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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here that belong to Ranma 1/2. The Ranma 1/2 cast belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Suikoden 3 or any other characters that I put into this story except for my own OCs. Neither do I own any of the character in any of the crossovers I do. I'm just using them in this fanfiction and I have no money so don't bother suing me. You'll just lose money instead of gaining any. And remember to leave a review!
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Chapter 44 – Harry Thunders returns to England
The Britain's International Airport one of the busiest airports in the world. Is a normal panicle of engineered traveling, a place where flights come in and go out to every country on Earth. Is a place where the wizards and witches wouldn't be seen at as they view traveling using muggle mode of traveling a waste of their time as it was slower then they were use too using their magic. Which was a good thing as no one would have think of looking for the famous 'Boy Who Live' at one of the magic world would have though to look for him there.
"So this is Britain," Amber said as she easily carried her luggage's along with a few of the others heavier bags.
"Well this place is colder here then in the states, that's for sure," Lisa said as she was use to the warm weather of the coast line of the western cost line of the states.
"I'll say," Terry said as all of them wore jackets as it was a cloudy day when they had landed on the plane.
"So where are we going first?" Sherry asks Harry.
"First to the hotel that mom book us at and then to Diagon Alley to get those school supplies for the school," Harry said as he lead his group through the airport. Once they got outside he hailed a taxis and after they piled everything thing into the cab they took off for the hotel suit.
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The Leaky Cauldron was a tiny, grubby pub.
The girls glanced at Harry, fully expecting revulsion, and found it in her eyes, though the rest of her expression was composed. He himself was a bit disgusted, but also fascinated - this had to be the most run down building he'd ever seen in his entire life. It was strange, though, how he hadn't noticed it if the map that was sent with the letter hadn't told them its presence; considering how shabby its appearance was compared to the bookstore and the record shop, they would have thought everyone would be looking. Instead, it seemed as though no one even saw the dingy pub at all.
The inside was better, but not by much. It was very dark and shabby, and there were a few old women sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man wearing a top hat, of all things, was speaking to the old bartender, who looked just as old and worn down as the establishment he worked in. The low buzz stopped when the four of them walked in; there were some curious glances, unlike everyone else in the room they weren't wearing cloaks or robes. They stood out like a loose nail as they walk over to the bartender.
"So what can I do you for?" the bartender asks as none of the people in the pub could really make out the lightning shape scar on Harry's forehead as thanks to his mother on healing that scar there's only a faint outline on it now.
"We're here to get to Diagon Alley," Lisa said.
"Oh it's to through the door to the left," the bartender said pointing to the door at the back.
"Thanks," Amber said as they went thought the door.
Once they got outside they found an alley full of magical items that are on sell. People walked around in cloaks and robes with those strange pointy hats. Looking around it was a strange place for a market place as the ones back home were more modern then the shops in this place. It was like China Towns market place in San Francisco when they went there during one of Harry's mother's vacations. And from the things that were being sold they were all very out of data by the standers from back home.
A movement in the bookstore window catches the group's attention. They peered inside and got quite a surprise. Within an iron cage behind the window, dozens of books are locked in a vicious battle royal, snapping and tearing at each other, pages flying everywhere. Two books grapple a third and start tearing pages out of it, but a man appears behind the cage, pokes a knobby stick between the bars, and strikes them soundly. They settle for the moment. The man hesitantly reaches inside with a thickly gloved hand. Several books snap at him aggressively, but he manages to shake them off and grab one of those he subdued. He rapidly binds it and hands it to a reluctant buyer.
There was an Apothecary, a dark shop that had a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium – Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. There were kids his age, pressing their faces against a display window, shops selling robes, telescopes, and strange silver instruments that Harry had never seen before as they weren't sold back home. There were windows stacked with bat spleens and eel eyes, piles of books...
"Gringotts," Harry said to his group as they walk up to a big building, "The wizarding world's only bank, run by goblins."
"Like Bushroot and the others in accounting," Terry said.
"Didn't your mom say that one of Bushroots cousin works here?" Sherry asks Harry.
"Yup come one lets say hi," Harry said.
They walked closer to a snowy white building that towered over all the other shops, with burnished bronze doors. They caught sight of the figure standing beside the doors, wearing a sharp little uniform of scarlet and gold. A little more than a head shorter than Terry and Sherry, the goblin was nonetheless a bit intimidating, as well as dignified. The goblin, that is, had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard, and very long fingers and feet. The goblin bowed as they walked inside.
Now they were at a second doorway, silver doors this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware,
Of finding more than treasure there.
The last line sounded like a serious threat, and Harry quickly forgot his amazement that goblins could rhyme so well as the ones back home really didn't have any talent in something like rhymes, in favor of wondering who, exactly, would be mad enough to try and steal from goblins. Since no one has ever stolen money from his moms business without being caught by the goblins in charge of keeping the money safe. Since the ones that guard the money instead of being interested in counting money were into collecting and something using those guns they keep on getting.
A pair of them bowed the party of five through the silver doors, and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.
Harry led his friends to a counter, "Good morning. We are here to have US money exchanged for wizarding money."
"How much, sir?" the goblin asks.
"Do you guys take credit cards?" Amber asks as the goblins back home in the US did.
The goblin peered at her, "As a matter of fact, we do, ma'am. We can also create an account for you here, linked to the credit card account. This way, you won't be inconvenienced by having to exchange currencies each time you visit - and when you access your account at Gringotts, it will automatically draw money from your muggle account and exchange it."
"That would be better, I should think," Lisa said in a firmer tone of voice than before as she was the one that was very good with money in the group. This was a bank, she reminded herself, and she could handle banks. Even if the wizards back home use the money that every one else in the US uses instead of the wizard money over here. Their money was all transferred into the Bank of England since they would be here for awhile and would be expected to bring back some gifts when they came back as well. Lisa had spent most of the plane trip learning how to use pounds instead of dollars that's she is use too, "What is the exchange rate?"
"Wizards deal not in pounds, but in Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts," the goblin explained, and brought out three different colored coins. "The gold ones are Galleons, the silver ones are Sickles, and the bronze coins are Knuts. There are twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, seventeen Sickles to a Galleon." Harry's group furrowed their brows, repeating the phrase in their head in an effort to memorize it as the goblin continued, "A Knut is equal to about £0.01, a Sickle around £0.29, and a Galleon is £5.00."
That gold coin was only worth £5.00? Lisa wondered if it was pure gold, because if it was, that was entirely ridiculous. Of course, it was in their favor, but...
Harry reached into his pocket and pull out a platinum credit card at random, handing it to the goblin. They couldn't see what the goblin was doing with it, for he whatever he was doing, worked behind the counter, but they could hear the faintest hint of surprise when the goblin asked, "You are aware that this credit card has no limits on it?"
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Harry answered.
The goblin nodded slightly, "And under whose name should the account be formed?"
"Harry Thunders," Harry replied.
The goblin, simply nodded, and continue to fiddle around at the back of the counter. At length, he finally looked up, peering down at Harry from his perch, "Your hand, please?"
Confused, he stepped forward and offered his right hand, palm up. The goblin dropped a small, gold key onto his hand instead of doing something nefarious as the goblins in accounting love to play tricks, and Harry retracted his arm with no little amount of relief.
"I shall have someone take you to your vault," the goblin said. "Griphook!"
Another goblin came along that everyone with Harry saw that he could pass for Bushroot back home, "So you're Bushroot's cousin."
"You know Bushroot?" Griphook ask Harry.
"Yeah he works for my mom in accounting," he said.
"I heard that he gotten a job at a modeling agency," he said, "Well come on I show you to your vault." He led them towards the hall with the numerous doors. Griphook held the door open for him; Harry, who was expecting more marble, was surprised when he was confronted with a narrow stone passageway with flaming torches lighting the way. It sloped steeply downwards, and there were little railway tracks on the floor. The goblin whistled sharply, and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks.
Like any sensible person, Harry was wary of climbing into a vehicle with his friends (of sorts) with a goblin that led down a darkened hallway. In the end, however, he decided that this was a bank, after all, and since he was a client...
At first, they hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Initially, it was a little alarming when he noticed that Griphook wasn't steering, but the goblin didn't seem worried, so he let himself relax and enjoy the ride. Harry and the others felt their stomach rise and drop several times - he couldn't help the laughing whoop that escaped. Roller coasters were his favorite kind of ride, specifically because of the tingling sensation created by his stomach dropping unexpectedly which he shares with the girls who are enjoying the ride as well. Any ride that made his adrenaline pump and his heart beat rapidly topped his list of favorite rides, but roller coasters were supreme.
The cart came to an abrupt stop, in front of a vault door that was about two-and-a-half feet in length and width. Griphook opened the door, and Harry saw that the depth of the vault wasn't much more than a foot. It was, however, filled with piles of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.
"This is you vault you'll be able to get what you need from here," Griphook said.
"Thanks," Harry said as he saw that the girls were stuffing as much coins into their bags as they could. Then he remember something and pulled out a cell phone, "Griphook, Bushroot said to give you this phone so that you'll be able to call him."
"Thanks but stuff like this don't work here," Griphook said as he took the cell phone.
"Well this is made to work in magic fields, there are a lot of things that the magic world of Europe is missing out unlike back home in the US," Harry said.
"My cousin writes letters about how out of data that things are here," Griphook said, "But than again with the people in the government running things as it is it's hardly surprising that things are out of data here."
"Well a good place to start is to have all of the files be written on computers so that it will save space in the bank," Harry pointed out.
"I run it by with the management," Griphook said.
"Harry come on we got to look at your families vault while we're here," Amber said as she and the others had filled their bags with coins.
"Family vault?" Griphook ask.
"Yeah my birth name is Harry Potter," Harry said as he pointed to his forehead showing Griphook his scar, "I just use my adopted mothers name instead."
"Well do you have the key for the vault we can't let you in without it," Griphook explain to him.
"No problem Zuo Ci gave this to me," Harry said as he pulled out a small key that looks very old, "He said he met one of my great-grandfathers years ago and gotten a spare key to the vault when he was ask to get something from it and he never did give it back." (1)
"Alright I show you the way," Griphook said as he led them back to the cart.
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"Well that's everything on the list but for those robes and wands," Lisa said as she checks off the list.
"Who knew that Harry would have all of those vaults," Terry said. When they had saw the vaults that Harry has they didn't know that his birth family was that rich. But that wasn't as much as the money that his mother has as she's one of the riches women in the world right now.
"Well here's where we can get some robes," Harry said as he pointed out a store selling robes.
"Robes and cloaks bab," Lisa said as she didn't like wearing magic outfits that only her grandmother still wore or riding brooms that she also still has. Talk about being behind the times.
"Well the rules did say that it has to be a robe but they didn't say what style of robe," Amber said, "We can just buy a robe here then alter it when we get back to the hotel."
"Good thing we got our sewing kits with us," Sherry said.
Inside the store they quickly separated as they look at the robes that are being sold in the store. Harry began looking at robes with designs on them they look nice but putting them on robes that all look the same didn't really bring out the designs well. One robe features two red, oriental-style dragons, stitched into the expensive black fabric; the dragons are moving around, occasionally lashing out and biting one another, or exhaling a column of similarly stitched-in flame. Another robe displays the night sky in vivid magi-color – stars twinkle in the deep; the nebulous Milky Way spreads over the chest; a puffy cloud wanders around a leg, and a crescent moon is visible on the right arm. Both of those robes have prohibitive price tags, at one-hundred-nine and two-hundred-sixty Galleons, respectively.
Harry gazes for a few moments longer at the dragons, wondering if he should buy something that extravagance. He has the money for it but he didn't want to throw his money around showing how rich he is but then again. However, he allows the fancy to dissolve and moves to look for the plain black robes needed for the Hogwarts school uniform.
Most of the robes are considerably cheaper, ranging from twenty-five Sickles to ten Galleons, depending on style and design. There are plain robes, robes for day to day use, and robes for formal wear – robes for all occasions. Dress-robes vary widely in style, from flowing garments to gaudy costumes. Even the plain robes come with a wide variety of colors and cuts, of which Harry quickly picks his favorite – a design with deep, pocket-like sleeves and a folded collar. There are also Quidditch robes and dueling robes, which Harry imagines constitutes the whole of an active wizard's athletic experience.
Harry frowns as he examines the dueling robes, touching the material tentatively. Although the robes are cut to provide mobility, they aren't suitable for real fights unlike what these people around here are use too. Robes like the ones they're selling were for fast movement for spell casters but once their wands were taken away from them they would be useless in any kind of non-magic fighting as wizards around here are all very dependent on using magic.
The sign details various charms for the robes and their prices. They range from useful to extravagant: auto-repairing, auto-cleaning, auto-ironing, and auto-sizing form the Cast to Last package, promising robes that will always fit and be fit to wear; wizard pockets are available, with prices per pocket and capacity; other modifications include temperature-adjusting, fattening, slimming, beautifying, spangled, and color changing. The sign adds that special requests may be possible too. At the bottom, fine-print details that some charms will conflict or are difficult to work together, which may resulted in increased price. It also indicates these prices are for plain robes; due to a risks of a charm gone awry, prices are much higher for extravagant robes.
They all got some robes and quickly paid the owner leaving the store. Each of them were going to alter their robes once they get back to the hotel as there was no way that they were going to wear something that was so last century. These wizards need to know that they are all way behind the times as the wizards in the US are much more modern then they are by centuries by their standards.
"We need to get some wands now as the rules of the school say we do. Also look at the pet store before we leave for the hotel," Amber said as she carried the stuff they had gotten without any effort in doing so causing some of the people to stare at her. Seeing a dark skin wizard in Britain wasn't a common sight but seeing one that can carry piles of bags and boxes as if they were weightless was something else.
"There's the wand store," Lisa said as they walk up to the building.
Peeling gold letters over the doorway proclaim the building's long family tradition – Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The building is squeezed in at one end of the alley, looking almost as old as the family running it with rusty hinges, a sagging roof, and a single wand displayed in a cushion behind a dusty window.
"Some place," Terry said as she followed the others into the store.
"Good day," Ollivander said as he saw the party of five enter his shop.
"Hi you must be Ollivander Mr. Zuo told me to say hi to you," Harry said to the shops owner.
"Zuo as in Zuo Ci?" Ollivander said as he remembers that friend of his grandfathers that had visited now and then to the shop when he was still a young man learning the family trade, "He's still alive?"
"Yeah here's a picture," Sherry said as she handed him a picture of Zuo and Harry's mother for the last party that was thrown before they had left.
"He hasn't change a bit since I saw him the last time I saw him," Ollivander said, "He said that he had met Merlin years ago before he died but how can he live for so long no wizard has live more then over two-hundred?"
"Well maybe the ones in Europe maybe but Zuo found a way to live this long," Terry said.
"Besides he's found ways to use magic without having to use wands," Sherry added.
"He knows how to do wandless magic?" Ollivander ask becoming very interested.
"Sure we all can do wandless magic," Lisa said, "The only time we need to use a wand is when we're doing a really big spell."
"Really?" he said as he thought about what they're saying, "So what do you use then to focus your magic?"
"Simple we use our hands, rings to put more power into spells, jewelry, pocket watches or staffs," Amber said, "You mean that wizard here only use wands?"
"Well yes its been our standard for years and only a few people I know of use a staff for magic as it's too big to lug around with when wands are easier to carry around," Ollivander said.
"Yeah well since the rules of Hogwart needs us to have some wands we have to get them," Terry said.
"Can we have a staff instead?" Sherry asks.
"Sorry but it's against the law for people to use staff wands unless they have a permit," Ollivander said. (2)
"Okay let's just get this over with," Harry said, "Also I should introduce us." He pointed to Amber, "She's Amber Gals that's Lisa Bella and the twins are Sherry on the right and Terry River on the left. And I'm Harry Thunders but my birth name is Potter."
Ollivander look closely at his forehead seeing the faint lightning shape scar, "So you are Potter. I heard that you were stolen from your aunt's house when Dumbledore drop you off there. It caused quite the upstart when it was discovered that you hadn't been living there for the last ten years."
"Well it shows what kind of man Dumbledore is," Harry grunted, "Just leaving me there without even checking up on me for the last ten years. So that when he came to get me I'll be like a lost puppy that found a new owner. So that he can easily groom me into a weapon to defeat Voldemort taking away from a family that doesn't want me making me easy to mold."
"You shouldn't judge him before you meet him," Ollivander defended his friend.
"Then why is it that the only reason why they found where Harry is after finding that he wasn't living at his aunts house after ten years of not checking up on him was that someone in the government had gotten into the card game that Harry's mom invented and saw the photo of him with his mom. If whoever saw that photo didn't see the faint outline of his scar that Ms. Jeane healed we would be going to one of the schools back in the US instead of coming all of the way here," Lisa snapped.
"You got a point there but you should get to know him first," Ollivander said.
"Well once we get to Hogwarts I'll see what kind of man he is," Harry said as Ollivander started measuring their arms that they use most.
"Here you go ebony, fifteen inches with a dragon heart string," he said as he handed over Amber her new wand.
"And this should work with you ten inches, Oak with Basilisk blood," handing Lisa her wand.
"As for you two since your twins the same type of wand should work with both of you. Maple nine inches, with Unicorn hair," he said giving the two twins wands that are very much alike like their owners.
"Now for you Harry," he said as he open a box taking out a wand, "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Its brother is the one that gave you that scar."
"I know," Harry said as sparks of lightning covered his wand making Ollivander eyes widen as he feels the power coming for the eleven year old, "My mother who took me in after Dumbledore abandon me has taught me well."
Ollivander watch as the party of five left his store after paying for their wands, "Dumbledore I hope that you'll be careful in how you deal with Harry. Unlike how you tried to do what was for the best for Tom all of those years ago, I hope you learn from your past mistakes."
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Next Time – Looking through all of the ideas that been sent to me I have decided on a crossover that no one has thought of doing before. Ranma finds himself in a world were people can bend the elements to their will.
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Here's a sneak peek –
"What you mean I'm not the last?"
"Yeah some guys over at the docks over there say that they saw a guy riding on top of a flying cloud just north of here."
"Let's see if we can catch up with him."
"There are reports coming in that there's a man riding on top of a flying cloud destroying all of the advancing forces in the north coastline to the outlining villagers. From the reports he's using some kind of weapon that firer's beams of energy taking out entire army units. And when they face off with him in hand-to-hand battle they're always defeated quite badly. The survivors say that the power he uses is even greater then the power of your prey nephew."
"So he can fly through the air on a cloud? If, I know him as I think I do. He will try to find this person to see if he's part of his tribe."
"Well I wouldn't be surprise if there's more then just one of his tribe left in the world. The harder you look for something, the easier it is for it to slip through the net." (3)
"And we'll be there waiting for him."
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Author's Notes
1 – Zuo Ci been alive since well before the Three Kingdom era in China so he would have gotten around the world since then.
2 – That's the only thing that I could come up with why no one in the book uses a staff for using magic.
3 – Alright who needs me to tell you guys what crossover I'm going to do for the next chapter?
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