Authors note

Hello everybody.

CHAPTER 3

The streets of knockturne alley were as filthy and scum ridden as ever. Harry couldn't help but look down at his bare feet feeling a film of some unrecognizable substance covering the cobblestoned streets. He would deal with his personal hygiene after he had gotten his answers.

Looking around the nearly deserted street he couldn't help think the professor was right and he truly had somehow traveled through time. An absurd amount of time judging by the style of shops around him.

He walked around undisturbed for nearly an hour before he saw a familiar shop.

Borgin and Burke's stood proudly at the end of the strip. It held the same structure as when he saw it as a child but somewhat cleaner looking. He confidently strode forward watching as few inhabitants of the street kept their gazes locked on him as he passed. He sneered at them while thinking to himself, 'Wise of these rats to watch the viper.'

He walked into the shop with a small bell to signal his arrival. After a few moments of surveying the unguarded wares two young men popped up behind the counter. Harry recognized them immediately as the owners of the shop.

The man he new to be Mr. Burke took one withering look at him before matter of factly saying, "If ya don't got no Galleans nor Some ting worth trading. Get out!". He stood up smugly before continuing. "We don't accept no charity cases nor loitering round here." His slimy looking business partner nodded his affirmative.

Taking careful note of their rude behavior so that he could punish them later for Harry decided that getting his answers was more important to him right now than showing these slime their place.

Allowing his anger to slip his voice sounded the same cold and ethereal tone that once gave him nightmares, "Gentlemen", he smiled smugly as Mr. Borgin visibly shivered at his tone. "I have come here in search of a locket. Silver and ornate with a simple S etched upon it.". Both men turned sharply to one another. While Mr. Burke was smirking deviously with greed practically dripping from his eyes, Mr. Borgin however is looking quite worried and was going to great effort to convey this to his colleague whom studiously ignored him.

Mr Burke turned to face him showcasing all of his yellowed teeth. After a moment of roving over Harry's appearance from his ornate cane to the fine material that made up his cloak he looked forward at Harry.

Taking a moment to apparently compose himself, Mr Burke gave him a somewhat sly smile. "I believe we might have just what you are looking for!". Turning around Mr Burke walked out of the room.

Left alone in the room with Borgin the man resolutely looked anyplace but him. Harry didn't care about the mans discomfort. He only needed to see the locket in order for him to confirm this whole surreal mess in his mind. He had seen it another's mind, heard for his own ears from the late professor, and for the past 12 hours wandered the eerily different Diagon Alley. But the locket for some reason it is the only thing that could truly confirm this whole thing to him.

The shuffling footsteps informed Harry of Mr Burkes return. Holding onto an ornate jewelry box Mr Burke frowned slightly and boldly asked, "How do ya intend yer pay? We don't entertain no window shoppers.".

Wishing nothing more than to curse the man for his impertinence. He decided to wait patiently for what he was here for. With a heavy sigh he pulled out his fill-me-not coin purse and withdrew a handful of galleons to show the greedy man.

Burke looked like a child on Christmas day. With an ecstatic look at his business partner, whom still looked extremely uncomfortable with his presence. Burke looked confused by Borgins distress and seemed to be in the verge of asking him when Harry decided to draw his attention back to the matter at hand. "Price is not an issue. Just show me the locket!"

Watching bemusedly as Burke flourished the jewelry box Harry leaned over the counter; anticipation causing him chills. The lid was removed from the box revealing the locket that had belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself. Harry ghosted a long pale digit wantingly over the locket.

With a snap of the lid and an absolutely petulant look upon his face Burke brought the locket up to his face and scathingly said, "No Touchin the merchandise without purchase!".

Harry was ignoring every impulse to kill the man so as to not cause any irreparable damage to himself through his past, present and future. He had brushed aside every notion of doubt about his unexpected time travel.

Just as he was about to make his leave Mr Burke spoke, "Quite a bargain she was, weren't she Borgin? Some tramp came in ere' hollerin for some quick galleons wailing bout needing it fer her babe." He paused face twisting into a derisive sneer. Completely unaware of the suddenly ominous aura of his customer. "She was quite a ways along that one was. When she pulled out the locket asking for as much as I thought it 'twas worth. Damned fool of a woman didn't even know what she had!". Laughing heartily Burke slapped Borgin Playfully on the back before continuing. "She had no clue that dis here locket 'twas worth more than all the wares in da store! Offered her ten galleons to test the waters and she took it. Blimey she took it!"

With surprising amount of control Harry spelled the door closed. Silencing and notice me not wards erected Harry was ready to give into the cold furry that had built up listening to the swine whom had so slighted him and had deprived him the chance at being raised in the wizarding world as the heir of Slytherin should. For he paid Merope Gaunt the lockets worth then perhaps she would have survived and he could have been raised as befitting a wizard of his pedigree.

It was nearly impossible to distinguish whom his mother truly was in his mind anymore. He already knew the tale long before now but hearing it from the worms own mouth it's just too much for him to bare. He pointed his wand at Burke at a quick slashing motion and the man was nearly rent in two buy his severing hex. Borgin was reached into his robes for his own wand but before he could even grasp the handle a flash of green hit him square in the chest.

Standing quite satisfied in the eerily quiet store Harry took the locket from its box before placing it proudly around his neck. As he reached the stores exit he flicked his wand out causing a few of the artifacts in the store to explode violently ultimately catching the store on fire. Before making his leave he took in the chaos he rote smiling somewhat sarcastically he said aloud, "So much for a butterfly effect.". Then deciding on a place to lay low Harry Apparated away.

Author's Note

So hows everyone liking the story so far? Any suggestions as far as the plot I've already got the basic timeline planned out but always open to new ideas and for anyone deterred by my grammatical errors I fully plan on going back through and fixing any mistakes.