Magic perhaps Chapter 3 Diagon Alley I, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 3

Magic perhaps

Helltanz's notes: look its gotten pretty cliché to go on and on about how wealthy the Potter family and the Black Family are and while that's the case Harry does have a substantial inheritance in this I'm not going to go on and on this early in a fic, its been done before and frankly right now Harry's more interested in the money and using land to set up places to stay, read evil overlord's lair.

Disclaimer: come on you should know the drill by now

Chapter begin

At least something was going right, Harry though as he felt the heavy weight of the gold pouch at this hip. The wealth available to him was beyond his comprehension still it made him furious that this was the first opportunity he had to access the wealth that was his birthright.

By the end of the day Harry hoped to have a more concrete grasp on all that was now rightfully at last at his disposal, but unfortunately there was shopping to be done. An unfortunate but necessary bother that needed to be completed.

Coming to London in the present environment was a calculated risk given the high likelihood of the dangers posed by what group of beasts that was causing the heinous miasma hanging over the capital. The risk was worth it however it wasn't simply gold and monetary assets that were at his disposal now, no there were lands that were his to use and use he would.

Diagon alley apparently had everything he would need for school, that was good it meant hopefully shopping would only waste minimal time, and then he could move forward to more important issues. Hagrid had apparently picked up some kind of magical artifact when they had made their trip down to the cavernous vaults.

Exactly the nature of the artifact was unclear, though apparently the caves under the bank were quite expansive given the goblins required a high speed railway cart to get around, the carts apparently were guided on their own.

For whatever reason wizards continued to use gold coins and the like as opposed to the usual paper currency, so it weighed a bit more than what Harry had expected when he had been told they were going to get money out of the bank.

Granted such issues didn't really concern him all that much and it certainly was not something that would particularly concern him one way or the other with the possible exception of having to lug around bags filled with gold and silver coins, so Harry didn't particularly care. Still the gold in the vault designated for his school shopping alone was a small fortune and money was money.

He however was not looking forward to shopping, most especially having to go get new clothes and was none to thrilled at the notion of shopping for cauldrons. Unfortunately those things were on the list so he'd have little choice, still he would have preferred to have waited in regards to clothing shopping.

In the young wizard went while Hagrid went off to go get a 'pick me up' at the pub in front of the entrance to the Alley. Clothes shopping didn't really appeal to him actually the mere idea of going shopping typically disgusted, books were an exception because such items actually had the chance being more useful. Knowledge was power as the expression went after all.

Judging by the short witch's reaction to him entering the store she was getting a lot of students who would be attending Hogwarts, and it was something she was used to still the young wizard was irritated at not being permitted to speak. Even so he allowed himself to be led to the back where another boy, about his age was on a stool.

Keeping his field of vision clear Harry loosened the belt like restraints that adorned various parts of his leather jacket. Each of the belts were meant to act in an analogue to wearing weights course they varied between acting as weights on his body and as weights on his magic.

Looking at what appeared to be the standard robes that these wizards wore he would in all likelihood need to make several modifications to accommodate the suppression systems. It would be a lot easier when he was able to devise a permanent ink, as in tattoo based solution which he could disengage at will but as with most things he simply hadn't had the time to focus on such a project. For the time being his gloves handled most of the feeding off his magic siphoning the excess magic in his spells that were cast by hand which of course forced him to be exact, they also absorbed ambient releases of magic that he might have been giving off.

Madam Malkin had him stand on the stool next to a boy with pale pointed features who was having black robes pinned up to the correct length. Harry removed his heavy leather jacket and allowed a robe to be slipped over his head.

Next to him the boy spoke up, "Hello," remarked the blonde, "Hogwarts, too?" The other preteen asked as Harry deposited the metal staff and his jacket off to the side, or rather as he tossed them to the side.

Opting to acknowledge the other kid Harry snorted, "Yeah as it is," He stated hoping that the robe fitting wouldn't take long, making small talk was not something which particularly appealed to him especially with total strangers. He could be polite but he'd be a tad gruff so the other young wizard would hopefully get the idea and shut up.

"Yes my father wanted me to go to Durmstrang but mother wouldn't here about me going so far away," The boy remarked getting the totally wrong impression, "He's next door buying my books and mother's gone up the street to look at wands," The boy, Harry noted spoke with a bored drawling voice, it was actually slightly annoying. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I personally don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow,"

Personally the idea sounded stupid to Harry albeit he found the whole idea of using brooms to fly was ludicrous in the first place, then again using a carpet didn't appeal to him either. Flying in general however intrigued him however it was not something that was an immediate focus of his agenda. In any case the little ponce continued to be a nuisance of himself bantering on about how good, which Harry doubted, he was at some absurdly named Wizarding sport amongst a host of other inane things. "To answer your question I am Potter," Harry stated letting his magic flare as the boy stepped back onto the floor of the shop, as the robe maker finished up, "Madam Malkin exactly how flame resistant are these robes, I'd prefer to not burn them,"
"Well they come with basic flame protection charms but if you'd like something a bit more substantial I'd go with a more durable material,"

That was something he had been intending to look into anyway, but this merely gave him further reason to go ahead and research such materials that existed in the magical world as well as he had intended to look into synthetic fibers, while freely admitting that non magical people had their inherent flaws he wasn't not going to use them.

Using them it wasn't something he'd have a problem with, it was all for his own benefit after all. He fully intended to exploit his inheritance in the same way wealth he would use it to accomplish his goals. It was his money, still the idea of having land that wasn't on a map intrigued him more than that to have such open areas as the records at the wizard bank indicated would be useful.

Verily he would have little choice but to renovate as it would seem that his family had been dwindling causing some of the houses to fall into disrepair while some of his inheritance had been in limbo since the second world war if not longer. It was another thing he wanted to look into once he had the time for now he had to deal with the bothersome task of clothing shopping, how women enjoyed this baffled him it was such an utterly ridiculous affair.

With regards to the subject of clothes Harry had opted simply to defer to the experience of Madam Malkin as he was totally in the dark in regards to Wizarding clothing materials and their defensive properties. As it stood the woman and her assistant, who was probably sixteen or seventeen, were rather expedient to assist him in shopping for clothes.

At last he finished in the store and was informed that his order should be prepared by the end of the day to pick up his clothes, Harry glanced at Hagrid, "and know you why I detest shopping for clothes,"
Bobbing his head Hagrid looked around the shops, "Aye didn't think it'd take that long course women are all nutters when it comes to close, nice lady Madam Malkin is no denying that of course," The half giant remarked, "So uh well we need to get your other school supplies, suppose we should head right over to Flourish and Blotts,"
Certainly Harry had little doubt Hagrid was much more familiar with the alleyway than he himself was however there was something he needed first, "Perhaps it would be more prudent to get a bag and a trunk first so we don't have to lug all this around,"
"Definitely that's the ticket, that's a brilliant idea Harry, come I know just the place we can go to the place ole mad eye Moody got his trunk isn't no finer trunk maker in all of the country mark my words," Stated the half giant, "you'll definitely find a trunk you'll like in that store, come to think of it we can get you a bag there as well, the proprietor of the shop has all kinds of stuff. Get you one that has a bunch of compartments so you can store whatever you end up buying,"

Exactly what does one do to earn the nickname mad eye Moody, Harry wondered not sure if should have been worried or not. Still he was intrigued at finding out what the half giant meant when he said multiple compartments.

Following after the colossal groundskeeper wasn't all that difficult as people pretty much parted to allow him through pretty much like the biblical story involving Moses who was when one thought about it probably a wizard, maybe possibly Harry didn't really care one way or another.

Getting from Madam Malkin's robe shop to the apparently highly recommended luggage store took about five minutes, which for preteens, planning world conquest or not was a bothersome pain in the ass, it didn't help that the half giant had such a long stride in comparison to the much shorter stride of the young wizard. The shop was deceptively spacious on the inside given the small two story exterior.

"Hagrid don't tell me you broke that crossbrow of yours again!" Shouted a voice from the back of the shop. Apparently Hagrid was a bit of a frequent customer Harry looked around, trunks and bags were not the only thing this place carried it seemed there was even a small selection of books, among other things.

In any case the proprietor of the store was a tall man, barely a head's taller than Hagrid was, and unlike many wizard Harry had observed up to this point was positively rippling in muscles, burly did not begin to properly describe the man and judging by the heavy leather blacksmith apron and the fact he smelled of charcoal Harry was guessing this guy was an actual blacksmith, which would be potentially useful. If the young wizard were to guess he would presume Hagrid and the proprietor were the same age or there about.

"Jacob McGuffin," Grunted the large man looking down at Harry, "Welcome to the family shop, the Mcguffin Shoppe you can break it I fix it, need it built I can build it, if you need it broken I can tell you how, course that last one you won't need much help with if your anything like your old man little Potter," Stated the proprietor in way of greeting the young wizard as he stripped off the heavy, what Harry, presumed were dragon hid gloves, "So I presume you didn't break the damned crossbow of yours again?"

The half giant shook his head, "Nope we're here to get Harry a magic trunk like ole mad eye got," Remarked Hagrid giving a nod in the young wizard's direction,

"Krakens, Rubeus I don't keep trunks like just lying around," The man commented with a have of his hand, "Moody's trunk was built to precise specifications, what he actually does with all that I don't have a clue but still I don't just stock trunks like that for selling right off the shelf," He sighed, "Come on I got a couple multi compartment trunks we will just have to find one that will work until I can get around to make Potter junior one to his specific specifications paranoid bastard Mad Eye is would throw a damn cow if I made a duplicate of his trunk," The trio of magic users, Hagrid included followed the owner of the store up the stairs.

Looking over the trunks made it quite apparent that wizards here if nothing else had truly refined the art of making trunks, tents, and every other storage device known to man to absurd levels. The idea of having a tent which when set up, done by a rather simple verbal command spell, featured a full stocked kitchen as well as living area and place to sleep was actually rather interesting. Given that wizards had managed to be able to do that with trunks was likewise pretty impressive, if somewhat annoying that they had wasted no doubt loads of time in figuring out such a thing, though being able to have access to such an abundant storage space, and one that could shrink no less, was a very useful tool.

Many uses or not shopping in the McGuffin Shoppe had taken almost as long as shopping for thrice damned wizard clothes had. It was around the time Harry had been making his final selections, Harry having ended purchasing more than just a trunk at the shop, that in another part of the alley Draco had finally remembered to inform his daddy that he had met Harry Potter in Madam Malkins.

"Yeah see me and Jacob were at Hogwarts together," Hagrid explained as they walked into the book store, a shop that was called Flourish and Blotts, "Real good guy your father was a regular customer at his shoppe as well."

"Nothing involving a flying motorcycle by any chance," Harry inquired motorcycles didn't really interest him that much, then again neither did riding horses, or brooms for that matter, but he still was curious.
"Oh no think your dad and his friends did that on their own," Hagrid seemed to trail off uncomfortably, "Why don't we split up I'll round up your other supplies and you can get you some more books to read while you get your school books, blasted Dursleys not telling you about our world," the half giant complained.

Principally his interest in the flying motorcycle was of course determining exactly what was the technological limit at which things could be merged with magic. Obviously enchanting things like trains would be useful later on, and apparently wizards had already done that but planes seemed to be out, which of course meant they probably still used ships to transport raw materials.

Quite frankly Harry hadn't wanted to go shopping for potions ingredients anyway and so the half giant's offer was pretty convenient besides this way no one would be telling him what he could and couldn't buy at the bookstore. Actually judging by the way things appeared to be he doubted whether any one would try and stop him from buying anything here.
"Right," He commented nodding to the half giant. Harry surveyed the shelves given the immense variety he expected to come away from this shopping trip with at least a handful's worth of material that could be useful.

Albeit he was disappointed by what he initially found in regards to curses, but given that the books had been out in the open it did make sense. This of course meant he just needed of course to find where they kept the good stuff. In the mean time there were in addition mandatory school books Harry had accumulated a number of other miscellaneous texts on varying subjects.

Based on the sheer number of books available Harry decided he would simply have to come back. Now that he knew where this place was he could just teleport here besides there was still the possible danger of whatever was causing the miasma of dark energy, which was hovering over the capital.

Considerations completed Harry finished grabbing the required school texts and looked around for a few 'spare time' reading materials. Runes and Arithmancy definitely seemed to be worth looking into, at the very least the prior would be of use in supplementing what he already knew.

Dodging past the hordes of annoying other shoppers who were bustling about Harry headed down the aisle he wanted schoolbooks tucked under his arm. The sports books were not something that interested him, which meant he was away from the mainstay of boys his own age.

Examining a book from the shelf he suppressed the urge to send pain through the older boy who had been further down the same aisle and had been looking at the books on the same subject but was now gaping at him.

Frowning Harry snapped the book closed and added it to the books which were already under his arm, deciding to for the time being spare the rude bastard. After all there was little point in causing an incident. The young wizard collected another two books and proceeded to the next aisle.

Given to fits of brutality, or attempts, was more Vernon and as it seemed Dudley as well these fits generally didn't have any finesse to them which of course endeared them little to the magic user. Violence was acceptable, there was no doubt he had little qualms about injuring or even maiming some one if it got him something he desired but Harry preferred to keep it low key if some one went missing for example it could be a possibly serious problem as it could alert the authorities. It was due to this that he considered discretion a far better tactic than just relying on raw brute force, if given the opportunity it was better to deal with said problem in such a way as to not cause suspicion to fall on oneself, this was and would not always be the case of course.

Harry paid little attention to the three, apparently sisters, girls already on the aisle other than noting that they were his own age, and continued browsing through the books on the aisle.
It was about this time the screaming about Death Eaters started. One such dark cloak mook had the misfortune of heading down the row of books Harry was occupying, "Well what do we have here?" Snarled the man from behind his mask trying to make himself look large and imposing.

"Just in case you haven't missed the lesson last time, here abridged version." Harry growled lashing out with a bolt of mental energy, the dark cloak mook screamed as every nerve in his body seemed to explode in pain. The young wizard brought his metal staff down on the man's hand, "now what have we learned retard?" He demanded narrowing his eyes as the store's light made his glasses shine.

"Who are you?" Screeched the death eater, who was unknown to Harry actually fresh out of Hogwarts himself.

Laughing cockily as a plume of fire glowed around his staff, "I'm Harry Potter, and you mook are going to die," The teenage death eater apparated away, though he left his arm behind in his hasty escape, just as the flame came down.

Making sure to check Harry surveyed the areas around him, whether they were just a horde of mooks or not it wouldn't do to get blindsided. Even with the abilities at his disposal most of the advantages he had in the first fight with the dark cloak mooks certainly Diagon alley was not somewhere he was familiar with and the surroundings negated his previous advantage in range.

Normally, okay he couldn't say that this was only the second time he'd been attacked by an organized magical foe, but the mere idea of fighting in these conditions with little information especially with the aura still hanging over London did not really appeal to him, at all. At the present point in his plan he wanted to avoid open combat so as to avoid drawing attention and minimize possible loss of resources but that wasn't really an issue at the moment.

Opting to at least engage the mooks given the fact they had been fairly easily incapacitated by the tentacles if nothing else the previous time around and once the dark cloak mooks were incapacitated things could be left to whatever came of it. His options at the moment were still rather limited, "Would you be quiet," He snarled impatiently at one of the sniveling girls.

Pausing to recompose himself he allowed his magic to filter through his senses if anything he couldn't afford to permit himself to be distracted. Unlike wizard children he had not been raised on horror stories of the first war. After the defeat of their leader the dark cloak mooks, as Harry called them, had gone underground at least till their leadership, or what was left of it could bribe their way out of prison.

Quiet had been allowed to settle over the Wizarding world until it had been lulled into complacency and then the Death Eaters had started launching minor raids typically they only attacked muggles but occasionally there would be incidents so most the Wizarding world was still ingrained to fear the mere mention of them.

Right now Harry didn't see any reason for the level of fear and thus it really was not helping his impression of the Wizarding world. Albeit his opinion of society in general was usually at the best of times a 'tad' critical so it was nothing particularly new of course wizards had magic and that should have made them better in Harry's opinion the displaying of the fact they were unable to fight these mooks really just pissed the young wizard off.

Swirling around him magic roared sending books flying into the dark cloak mooks who had come into the store. Harry allowed his coat, and by proxy the suppression belts attached to the garment, to fall to the floor. "die," He remarked with a smirk as he titled his head right before he vanished.

The third mook, being the one in the middle ish area of the group of the enemy, took a bolt of lighting to the torso, the lightning then proceeded to leap to the mooks surrounding him. Harry let his feet touch the ground, and tossed his head back "Come on then," He spat clenching his fist riding the invisible energy high that was the result of un suppressing his magic.

Unknown of course to him was the fact that the Death Eaters were in fact just regular rabble not nearly as skilled as the members of the inner circle though admittedly all were at the very least graduates of Hogwarts and somewhat versed in the dark arts all of them coming from 'pureblood' families.

Vicious hatred coursed through his veins, whatever the objective of the dark cloak mooks had originally been didn't matter they had attempted to attack him they were going to suffer for that, immeasurably so. Harry vanished again. Teleportation accomplished the more or less same task as the 'regular' wizard's apparition ability at least in purpose this purpose was of course traveling.

What differed between the two abilities was primarily the method they accomplished the feat of movement thus because they differed Harry would not be impeded by anti apparition wards and likewise apparition would not be impeded by measures to counter teleportation. Still the abilities were more or less similar visually though teleportation did not produce the micro sonic boom 'pop' of apparition, though that noise could be muted by a skilled enough wizard anyway.

As it stood he lacked information on his enemies and was at the further disadvantage of lacking details on the terrain in addition to the fact he had no way of knowing whether or not if the cause of the miasma hanging over London would intervene. This all combined together did not make him all to pleased to be getting into a fight.

Basing what he learned in the previous engagement indicated wizards or at least the dark cloak mooks engaged at fairly close range in fact they were seemingly disadvantaged if forced to fight someone with superior range.

Considering this Harry had weighed the option of simply attacking at range from atop a building but that had its own disadvantages and from his earlier survey of the alleyway there were no truly suitable places to attack from, certainly not one that gave him the ability to attack all of the mooks no matter where they were.

Deciding that finishing up in the bookstore was the best option Harry snapped his hand backwards, evocation was by far his best ability no doubt about that. A whirling vertical wall of blades materialized sheering open the last remaining dark cloak mook's torso causing the man to stumble back bleeding profusely.

Exactly why the Wizarding world was so terrified of these mooks was beyond Harry, of course said mooks were all to used to people being terrified that they weren't used to people actually fighting back that and Harry's 'fighting back' actually constituted fighting back with magic that was rather explicitly combat oriented. If these incompetents were all it to scare the populous in frozen terror then, Harry resolved to focus on his plotting later when he wasn't involved in a potential fight to the death.

Flexing his hand Harry gave the downed masked wizard a malevolent sneer, "You'll be sharing with the class exactly whats going on," and with that statement Harry cauterized the slashes from his previous barrier spell, with a fire spell. The stench of burned flesh filled the room along with the Death Eater's screams.

Giving the man a thoroughly hard swat with his staff, which got him to quiet down mainly because the staff started glowing red, Harry proceeded to grill the, new, dark cloak mook about what they were doing.

"His idea," The Death Eater got prodded with the staff, and immediately coughed up a name, "Rosier, said we needed to make the blood traitors and muggle lovers remember their place,"
It wasn't anything that really meant anything to Harry, so he was noticeably less inclined to show any mercy, not that he was inclined to that anyway but at the very least after a few more questions had a bit better grasp on the situation. Still the dark cloak mooks were definitely a problem he might have more questions that he'd need answered later so discretion might be in order.

"Just what are you gonna do with him?" Stammered one of the terrified patrons of the shop, stepping forward after Harry knocked the man unconscious with a judicious application of metal to the head.

Keeping the urge to beat some one so obviously stupid into a coma in check was actually a bit more difficult when his magic was un suppressed, so it took about a corner of a second longer to put the damper on his glare, which in itself had been sufficient to send the wizard into a backpedal.

Looking around he noted the shoppers were all crowding around the same area, had these people not heard of area of effect spells, he wondered, of course if I was leading a terror attack I would have had blast fireballs fired in ten meter spreads and withdraw after that surely that would have not only sparked terror but would have been more effective in ensuring the fear remained fresh.

"MacDougal," Stated another man by way of introduction as he stepped up and forward towards the young wizard, "Calvin MacDougal, Mr. Potter its," The wizards seemed to be regaining some of their mobility. They are certainly making more noise now though at the moment. Harry was more focused removing the remaining suppression belts to really want to pay them much attention they were in a potential life or death situation.

Not particularly caring about what the wizards was the younger wizard was more focused on allowing his magic to encircle him without the restraints, oh yes this was positively wonderful.

Out numbered didn't really bother him, not so much seeing as the mooks were rather atrociously incompetent at least as far as he had seen, really it was avoiding having this situation continue on and escalating. He also at the moment wasn't concerned about the way the Wizarding world was set up.

Principally this was due to the fact he acknowledged he was working with critically flawed information in regards to their society and attempting to manipulate their society with that kind of information would probably blow up spectacularly. No while Harry was interested in control he was going to go after it after he had examined the facts not go rushing off without being aware who all was in the 'water'. In regards to purebloods he did not have a concrete idea of what, or more likely who they were and frankly wasn't that concerned about them.

The young wizard didn't care what these people thought, didn't care what they had to say and was none to inclined to be interested in their safety. To him all they were doing right now was a rather good imitation of gnats. Whatever they had to say was totally meaningless to him.

As it stood in the Wizarding world life debts were considered especially serious particularly amongst the purebloods, especially in regards to life debts were generally the basis of swearing oaths of fealty and such.

By and large however muggleborns, with the occasional exception of the occasional member of Ravenclaw house, or likeminded bookworm, stumbling upon the information were generally ignorant of this, however for the scion of an old pureblood family, in this particular case the Potters, to outright ignore something on this scale was outright unheard of.

Considering Harry was totally ignorant of this, something the wizards didn't know and very much assumed he did given the obvious proficiency with magic he displayed, which was also something they weren't questioning it seemed astonishing. Of course Harry didn't know having not been raised in the Wizarding world and nor was he particularly interested in being culturally savvy either.

Depending on who you were in the Wizarding world effected exactly what you expected the legendary boy who lived to be; despite the variety of opinion what was before was not one of those expectations.

Expectations were not one sided and at the moment Harry's opinion of the Wizarding world was steadily deteriorating, not that he had been expecting all that much still the ongoing events were not helping him build a positive perception of the English magical society, and considering he'd never left the country that was all he was interested in, well for the time being.

Frankly direct conquest would be something that would have to wait, there were of course major impediments to address first. Particularly high on this was immortality and the destruction of non magical infrastructure.

Getting into a direct fight the muggle government mano e mano was utterly out of the question. Their technology advantage and numbers gave them far to much of an edge in a direct conflict however while undoubtedly flawed as they were would still be able to overwhelm him in most scenarios unless he took precautions. Still even if he was able to devise a method of releasing a planet wide tech disturbing magical pulse he couldn't be everywhere at once which again brought up the recurring issue of lieutenants.

However all this was irrelevant at the moment as Harry himself recognized that any future conquests would be just that taking place in the future seeing as at the present his resources in manpower alone were preventive of any such moves.

In his present state Harry expected he could probably finish this and withdraw. That at the moment was his primary goal, withdrawing from London while not effective the dark cloak mooks were a threat and them showing up here only proved they were a larger danger than he had expected.

Just about then from across the alleyway a Death Eater was sent flying from the other side of the alley. "Humph least someone isn't completely useless," Harry grunted disparagingly as his fingers glowed a sickly green, it was time to finish this and then get out of town.

Knowledge acquired from the observer spiders had already given him every thing he needed, Harry teleported outside and landed on top of one of the stores and unleashed a volley of acid arrows in rapid succession towards the mass of dark cloak mooks before he teleported again. The majority of his offensive arsenal was evocation due to the general simplicity, though the by and large of those spells were 'arrow' or 'missile' types as he didn't have a firm grasp on more defined elemental manipulation as of yet.

Lashing out again at the spooked Death Eaters he used the black tentacles that had been so effective in the first engagement. It worked, though at the same time had left him open to an attack from behind.

Masking his pain with pure rage Harry let the energy rip from his finger tips the dark cloak mook was sent hurtling backwards. The breaks were fairly clean and wouldn't actually take that long to fix, but still it illustrated how arrogant he had been. "Fucking wankers," He spat teleporting again annoyed at how unprepared he was, as he raised his staff and slamming it into the grounds.

Now while Harry had appeared the Death Eaters hadn't been solely focused on him there were the aurors in the alley and well Hagrid showing up and using a cauldron to smash a second group certainly had been a distraction. This however was something, which got their attention not that it would help any, a torus of flame exploded out ward rapidly superheating surrounding pockets of air.

Out of all his attacks this was probably the second most power consuming pretty much it was three hundred sixty degree blast of fire and heat, lots of it. Due to the high amounts of energy and the noticeable destruction it left, the cobblestones were scorched and some were melted, he didn't use it much it was just too noticeable.

Power that was unrestrained like this was just what was called for however in this situation. The attack however did have its downside that much energy expended so quickly would take its toll and Harry knew it.

A burst of pain spread through his side as he moved, pain was something he was familiar with unfortunate as such a thing might have been so knew he needed to hurry up and eliminate the enemy and then withdraw it wouldn't do to be undefended. "Come on," He growled urging his body just to keep it up a little longer.

By this point the death eaters however had decided to cut their losses and just abandon the attack. Harry wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth that lucky shot that one had managed to get in coupled with the amount of magic he had expended was going to definitely take its toll on him.

With the last of the dark cloak mooks gone however it would be best to finish the shopping he had been doing, and then leave.

The Dursleys had returned back to Privet Drive and were back to pretending everything was normal and had not mentioned anything at all involving the Wizarding world and as it stood the young wizard didn't see any reason to bring it up.

Harry collapsed onto the thick burgundy rug that had been placed over the stone floor of the cave. The damage to his ribs was nothing he hadn't fixed before. Albeit this was the first time the damage had been caused by magic that wasn't from him experimenting but that was rather irrelevant.

It didn't really matter to him what the wizards thought, so Harry had left as soon as he had paid for his books Hagrid had already paid for his other supplies before he had taken to smashing the dark cloak mooks so that had left only picking up his clothes order, and his wand.

Judging by the apparent weakness of the dark cloak mooks yet the fact they had the ability to terrify the other wizards Harry was not particularly worried at present about potential dangers to his plans. He'd of course keep an eye out for potential threats but if the wizards couldn't stop those losers then surely they'd be unable to defeat his own plans for domination.

Keeping things in perspective however was also important, the fact was the miasma was still hanging over London but there wasn't a direct presence in Diagon Alley though there had been traces of it. This was a serious problem, as though he hadn't been able to do it during the fight comparison proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the dark cloak mooks were not responsible. Meaning of course that another organization had to be behind it and that something could of course prove to be a problem.

Little could be done at present, not while his bones were knitting themselves back together and of course London wasn't something that was all that much of a concern for him. Still he'd be kept from looking into the properties for a little bit longer it seemed and of course this put off summoning another batch for a while.

Making decisions was something that took time reevaluating plans would take even longer especially given the lack of information on the Wizarding world. The additional resources he had gained would be of use of course but for the time being he would have to wait before analyzing exactly what lands were suitable for development.

Now though there was the matter of acclimating the knowledge of wizards into his studies. In his present condition he had decided he would be remaining securely in the woodlands of Surrey.

Of the many things he intended to spend today doing did not involve dealing with a horde of letters. "Your not eating the owls," Snapped Harry to one of the goblins who was eyeing the birds.

As it stood he wasn't keen on the owls having followed him from Privet Drive and into the woodlands but there was little he could do about it. It was simply one of the things he had not accounted for.

By most accounts he had found the letters were thank yous of all things, among the mainstay at least there were other more business related things, and opposite there were less appropriate letters.

Cursing this distraction Harry had the letters collected and sorted into piles, this was done more or less by himself as his own goblins were unfortunately not particularly bright. In fact the majority of the small creatures were also occupied elsewhere.

Deciding his typical morning studies were as good as ruined he grudgingly moved to address the more relevant letters. His 'lair' was rather under furnished though it did feature a number of old pieces of furniture and of course in addition to rows of bookshelves did have an old desk which he primarily used when he needed to pen something. Albeit usually these writings were his own notes, not for addressing potential contacts in a world he had just barely scratched the surface of.

Exactly, he thought irritated, it was true he had barely scratched the surface of the so called Wizarding world and being rash would be unwise. Just as it would be unwise to leave the situation in the capital unmonitored. He wasn't all that surprised that the non magical police were oblivious, well the regular ones but those were the only ones he knew about and thus bothered to check, as ever.

The muggle government wasn't as ignorant as the magical world believed and while it wasn't totally aware of the goings on was privy to the fact that werewolves and vampires existed in addition to wizards and witches.

Such beings were also interested in the cause of the siphoning of energy from the 'lower' elements of the city, and neither were particularly inclined to work with one another or with the muggle authorities. Of course Harry hadn't returned to London since the vampires had arrived in force, hence the miasma, not that he knew that, nor had he had the opportunity to drain anyone's energy recently so the sides were being forced to sit and wait.

Hence why the miasma was still hanging oppressively over the city and why Harry was not eager to return to London and tempt fate. Especially as he had already been attacked once visiting since the aura of malevolence had descended.

The ministry of magic, of England, was apparently giving him some kind of award for his defense, as if that had been his true intention, of Diagon Alley, though Harry wouldn't refuse the monetary award. It would seem that all the wizards were idiots if the newspaper and government was any indication, certainly the two were doing a wonderful job of propagating the idea he'd been actively trying to save the day.

Ideas like that were ludicrous his intention had been merely to remind the dark cloak mooks of their place and nothing more. Oddly however, not that he was particularly concerned, was the almost total lack of mention of Hagrid's efforts in regards to fighting the so called dark wizards. Harry shrugged dismissing the matter, it was all pointless anyway let the fools think what they wanted.

Politics was another matter that concerned him, while he had only briefly scanned over things as they appeared, and he had no intention of trusting something without verifying it first, his distaste for the non magical society was at least somewhat shared by the magical world.

While perhaps a good thing he was also quite capable of noticing that the Wizarding society seemed to have stagnated. This didn't particularly bother him as he was of course only suffering their existence until he could seize control, which would of course be years into the future, for himself. Not that he had any intention of letting this become public no such information would remain a secret for a long time until he was ready to act still it annoyed him at the lack of magical technology.

Aforementioned subject was something he had been particularly interested in if for no other reason than to exploit it. His own efforts to research the subject were hampered by his lack of time and previous lack of resources. With the newly acquired resources or rather the resources had gained from his inheritance the later was more or less expunged the prior however was still in effect but that wasn't likely to change anytime soon.

Chapter conclusion

Helltanz's notes: And yes the name used for the storekeeper is intentional, it's a pun admittedly probably a bad one but still its meant to be there.

And hope the chapter was decent it started getting kind of tedious on me, anywho I'm gonna go work on Dark Prince I need to hurry and get another chapter of the Kyushu arc up before some one gets impatient.