Harry Potter and the Aspects of Death

Disclaimer, don't own HP, wish I did because then I wouldn't have to work so many hours at my day job.

AN: Chapter 10. Three things with this chapter: one, this is not a slash story, I don't write slash so please don't ask for it any more when you message me. Two, I don't even know if this will be a pairing story at all, because who could be a match for the physical manifestation of Death? Three, I write because I enjoy it. I felt like writing this today, so I wrote it in between work and working on chapters for my other stories. Please don't send me messages threatening to not read my story if I don't update it any faster, I'll only block you and feel less likely to post on this story. So enough of that bullocks stuff, let's get on with enjoying the next chapter.

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Chapter 10: Eating Death's Food

"They ate lunch with their friend and dinner with their ancestors in paradise."

~Boccaccio regarding plague victims.

The Wizarding world was in chaos, all of it currently being created by a 'boy' named Harry Potter. It wasn't that Harry intended to cause the chaos, no, it was simply the effect of him not caring one lick what anybody thought about him. Growing up to be an adult in seemingly an instant is not conducive to creating a 'normal' citizen, not in any culture in the world whether it be muggle or magical. The fact that Harry's initial growth took place at the death of his parents gave him an understandably darker perspective of life. The fact that he was pretty much Death in the flesh and had witnessed and participated in the demise of millions of people throughout time, not to mention the judgment of their souls, just meant that he was singularly unimpressed with the reaction of the wizards around him. Fame meant nothing to the dead, wealth meant nothing to the dead, neither did fear nor power for that matter. Harry was death, thus he was absolutely blasé about the whole morning and prior night. He hadn't planned out his interactions with people, and he didn't care to start now while he was trying to enjoy his first meal in centuries.

That pretty much explains why Harry didn't waiver from his movement towards the bar when he walked into the Leakey Caldron from the Diagon Alley side. Harry, with his crow on his shoulder and his trunk tagging along at his feet, didn't even move a step out of the way as the drunken patrons took one look at who had walked into the bar and proceeded to flee as quickly as possible; St. Mungo's would have a record number of simultaneous splinchings to deal with that afternoon, as wizards were not supposed to apparate when drunk.

Harry moved through the fleeing throngs of Diagon and Knockturn Alleys' patrons and shop owners and casually made his way to the bar. Pulling himself up onto a bar stool, Harry ignored the darkly dressed man on his left and called out to the bartender.

Tom smiled, realizing quickly that here was the celebrity that all of his patrons had been talking about, and in classic friendly fashion, greeted Harry.

"Good morning Lad, you must be Mr. Potter. What can I do for you today?" Tom stated in greeting.

Harry looked at a menu that was lying open on the abandoned seat to the right of him and ordered, "I'll take ten of your steaks, well done please. I like my meat dead." Harry requested before looking at the taps to see if there was anything he wanted to drink.

In eating the souls of adults, Harry had developed the taste for heavy stout beers and ales, yet he didn't think that they would have anything he enjoyed let alone allow a 'boy' his apparent age drink anything harder than butter beer. It also wouldn't do to age himself in front of the crowd, as it would make things more difficult for getting those bloody OWLs out of the way.

'Why do I even want to go about living in this world is still a mystery to me, but I guess that fate would be a bit pissed if I didn't finish off old Tommy boy. Oh well, butter beer it is then.' Harry thought to himself with a sigh before ordering a pint of butter beer.

"Coming right up lad." Tom stated with a smile, and quickly pulled a draft of butter beer and slid it over to Harry with an expert slide that had it in Harry's hands without so much as a drop spilling. Tom then left through a door into the back of the pub to grab Harry's order.

Harry turned to his crow and trunk, and stated, "I may be here for a while, why don't the two of you go upstairs and pick us out a room. It would be good to have a private space where I don't have to worry about being gawked at. When you are done, why don't one of you come down here and let me know which room and I'll work out the details with Tom." Harry finished. His crow answered with a 'caw' before flapping down to land on the floating trunk. The trunk and the crow then proceeded to float out of the main room of the pub and up the stairs to the dining area, nipping at any proprietors that got in the way.

Harry took a sip of his pint, and then smiled when his stomach gurgled some more. 'It is going to be fun to eat again. I forgot how good food tastes.' Harry thought to himself.

Unfortunately, Harry's pleasant introspection was interrupted by the inebriated gent on the stool next to him making a snide remark about Harry drinking alone.

"You should watch yourself boy, too much of that could end up making you a doddering fool," came the snarky statement that oozed from the hook nosed man, "What would your parent's think of their boy drinking alone in a pub. What a shame." The man sneered down at the miniature image of his arch rival.

Harry sneered back at the greasy haired man with the pail complexion, "Who are you, my father? Bugger off." Harry snapped back in reply.

Seeing that Severus Snape was drunk and that Harry Potter had just reminded Snape that Lily had chosen James over Severus for marriage, it's understandable that he made a mistake in his next few actions. "Listen hear boy, that's Professor Snape to you, and I won't be back talked by some snot nosed spoiled brat." Snape said, spinning a bit drunkenly in his seat and pointing his finger in Harry's face.

Harry saw the hand spinning towards him, and quick as a wink Harry's hand shot out and grabbed the professor by the wrist. To the casual observer it seemed that Harry had blurred before catching the professor's arm in a grab that made the professor's hand turn even more white from the pressure. But what they didn't see is that Harry Potter, who held a Mastery in Death and Soul Magic to name a few, had just come in contact with Snape's Dark Mark.

Now Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort, may have been good at the dark arts. Old Voldy might have even been a dab hand at soul magic, but he wasn't a Master of both forms of magic. So though Voldemort had created the dark mark and tied it to the soul of his followers, he didn't know half the things that it could do if only the mark was manipulated by the right hands. In this case, Snape's dark mark was in Harry's hand.

Harry felt the natural pulse of the soul tie that was knotted into the dark mark and that brief touch was enough for Harry to read exactly what Voldemort had unwittingly created. Not only did Harry already have the knowledge from Voldemort's soul regarding the creation and control of the mark, but Harry realized what one could do if they could just get their hands in contact with one of the people who had allowed their soul to be leashed.

Just like a leash on a dog, or even better a muzzle or choke chain, the soul knot in the dark mark could be drawn out and used to control the marked individual if the marked individual was touched by one who had mastered soul magic and the dark arts. All it took was a touch of Harry's hand.

Harry was about to snark back, but rather than the frown on his face, his lips quirked up in a dark smile.

Snape tried to force Harry to unhand him, but no matter how much Severus attempted, his arm refused to listen to his mental commands to move.

Harry smirked, his eyes gleaming a bit evilly, "It's the summer professor." Harry stated, dragging out the word 'professor' before continuing. "So for all I care, you can go jump in the Thames." Harry stated with a sneer to match Snape's. "Better yet, I hear the water is nice this time of year. Why don't you go take a dip in the Thames." Harry stated, adding a bit of command to flow into the Dark Mark on Snape's arm.

Harry sat back and released Snape's arm.

Severus looked at Harry, and his eyes got large, right as Snape's own magic forcefully apparated him to the middle of the muddy polluted Thames River in downtown London.

Harry smiled evilly to himself before wiping his hand on an abandoned napkin to get rid of the remainder of Snape's grease that was on Harry's hand after touching the professor.

Being a moment of pleasant happenstance, as soon as Harry laid down the napkin, Tom arrived from the back of the shop with a platter of steaks and set them down before Harry.

"That's a pretty big meal for a boy your size lad, are you expecting company?" Tom questioned with a smile.

Harry looked up from the steaks, already his mouth was starting to salivate at the smell of the food. Swallowing to clear his mouth, Harry answered, "No, it will just be me…" He started, only to be interrupted by a man in a brown bowler hat and brown tweed robes who bustled into the pub and hustled over to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, It's so good to have you back in the Wizarding world. Why when my secretary told me that you were back visiting, I simply dropped all of my afternoon appointments and rushed over here to greet you." The man said quickly grabbing Harry's hand away from where it was reaching for a fork, and then quickly pumped Harry's hand up and down in a handshake.

Harry quirked a look at the man, "Can I help you Mister?" The question was inherent to the tone of Harry's voice.

Minister of Magic Fudge looked at Harry like he was crazy for a second, 'for who didn't know who Minister Fudge was?' thought the Minister.

Quickly sliding his disbelief into a politicians smile, the type used for kissing babies and shaking hands for bribes, Fudge replied, "Why I'm sorry Mr. Potter, you really have been out of circulation haven't you? I'm the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." The minister stated before he saw that multiple steaks had been set down before Harry, and mistakenly believed that one of them was for him.

Continuing before Harry could get a word in edgewise, Fudge's eyes lit up, "Ah lunch! Thank you Tom, how nice of you to provide me with a lunch by which I can enjoy with Mr. Potter." The Minister stated before picking up a knife and fork and beginning to eat one of Harry's steaks.

Harry frowned, and then bit out, "Help yourself why don't you." He said, a bit growly.

Of course Fudge, not being the brightest goose in the gander, smiled back at Harry for his nice offer, "Why thank you, I will." Fudge said before starting to eat one of the steaks, oblivious to Harry's sarcasm as well as the fact that he had just stolen Harry's silverware.

Harry looked up at Tom and waved for another pair of silverware, and Tom was nice enough to shrug an apology before bringing Harry a clean fork and knife.

By now the Pub was starting to fill up again for as the previous drunken patrons fled and the celebrity watching crowds of 'shoppers' filtered into the Leaky Caldron. Along with the influx of crowd into the Leaky Caldron flooed a man with long blonde hair, an elegant snake headed cane and expensive black Acromantula silk robes.

Fudge, ever the one to play to the masses, was smiling to the crowd as the people watched the Minister of Magic eat with one of the two Boys-Of-Prophesy; specifically the one who was being called 'The-Boy-Who-Lived.' In his looking around, Fudge noticed Lucius Malfoy striding towards him, and waved his chief adviser and secondary source of income to join them.

"Lucius my good man, it's a pleasure to see you. Won't you join Mr. Potter and me for lunch? Lord Malfoy, may I introduce you to Harry Potter. Harry, this is Lucius Malfoy. Lord Malfoy is an important figure in our world." Fudge stated, inviting Lucius to eat Harry's lunch along with the Minister while again interrupting Harry's attempts at eating.

Lucius nodded before sitting down on the other side of Harry. "Why what do we have here?" Lord Malfoy asked rhetorically, "Welcome back to the Wizarding world Mr. Potter." Lucius said with a slight superior smile while sticking his hand out to shake Harry's.

Harry, frustrated that he still hadn't had a chance to eat a bite of his food, set down his fork and knife and shook Lucius's hand. Harry recognized Lord Malfoy from the knowledge that had come from Tom Riddle, yet held no real hard feelings towards the man other than knowing that Lucius Malfoy was a sneaky, murdering Death Eater bastard who would literally kill his own father to move ahead in life; for that in fact was what Lucius had done to attain his Lordship.

'So maybe I dislike him for having the nerve to suggest he eats death, but it would be too much of a bother to snuff him out here and now.' Harry thought to himself as he painted a smile on his face and shook Lucius's hand, "A pleasure to meet you Lord Malfoy." Harry said politely, though it didn't meet his eyes when he said it.

Lucius gave Harry a calculative look as he shook the boy's hand. There was something about the lad that screamed at Malfoy's love of the dark arts and the thrill of the kill. Lucius shook off the feeling and nodded before replying, "The pleasure is mine Mr. Potter." With that, Lucius released Harry's hand and slid out his wand where he flicked it at a rolled set of silverware and Accio'd the silverware off of another patron's table without so much as a 'by your leave.' With that, Lord Malfoy took a bite out of another of Harry's steaks.

Harry internally growled, 'I must not kill them all… I must not kill them all…' He chanted to himself like a mantra in his mind due to his frustration.

Harry took a deep breath to center himself, and then forced a smile on his face while reaching to start eating his steak. Cutting a piece and sticking it in his mouth, Harry realized that the meat was both cold already, and not cooked well done. Harry chewed the cold undercooked meat in his mouth with a bit of disgust before swallowing.

Looking at the remaining eight steaks, Harry set aside his knife and fork before his new wand slid out of the sleeve of his robe and into Harry's hand. Pointing his wand at the steaks, Harry whispered and a jet of flames blasted out of the front of his wand to bathe the steaks in fire.

Both Lucius and Cornelius leapt off their stools and way from the counter wide eyed in surprise as they watched Harry pass the blast of flame continuously from one plate to the next as he singed the hell out of his lunch.

"Mmm mm mmMr. Potter! What do you think you are doing?" Cornelius blustered wide eyed.

Harry turned to look incredulously at the Minister of Magic, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cooking my steaks. I ordered them well done, not medium and cold. I specifically stated that I like my meat dead." Harry stated as the whole time his wand meticulously burned the outside of each of the remaining eight steaks without Harry even watching what he was doing.

Both men stared at Harry, shocked that the boy would know such magic, possibly dark, let alone that he would brazenly flaunt the breach of the underage magic restriction laws.

Lord Malfoy was the first to speak after Harry's statement. As Lucius watched Harry deftly flick his wand one more time and turn off the flame before inserting it up Harry's sleeve, Lucius cleared his throat and replied, "I think what the minister is trying to say is that you have just broken the law against underage magic use. In fact, if my sources are correct, you've been using magic all morning since you received your wand." Lucius stated succinctly, hoping that he could use this situation to do a 'favor' for the boy by getting him out of trouble; thus securing some loyalty from the lad.

Harry frowned before returning to pick up his fork and knife. Cutting off a piece of the now well done steak, he stuck it in his mouth and gave an almost moan of delight as the fully cooked and warm meat hit his taste buds; this is what he had missed. Mumbling around the bite of food in his mouth, Harry answered, "No I didn't, break the law that is. I'm emancipated so can use magic. Besides, I haven't eaten since I arrived back from getting my Masteries." Harry replied between chewing. Harry then plowed into his meal, almost miraculously devouring the nine ounce steak in the time it took the minister and Lucius Malfoy to rationalize what Harry had just told them.

Both men sat down, but their steaks were now ignored, "You mean to tell me that you have already completed your Mastery in a subject, let alone more than one?" Lucius pointedly asked with a quirk of an elegant eyebrow.

Harry took a big mouthful of the potatoes that had come with the steak, and hummed a 'Yum' sound and smiled before swallowing and answering Malfoy. "Yes, Masteries in Death, Soul Magic, Dark Arts, and Blood Magic, as well as some knowledge in other subjects." Harry replied nonchalantly as he finished his second steak and helping of mashed potatoes and went on to his third steak.

Both men were shocked, absolutely shocked. Not only that the boy had masteries, but in such dark and illegal subjects.

"Mr. Potter! It's illegal to learn any of those dark magic!" Cornelius wailed, images of him having to lock up one of the Boys-of-Prophecy going through his head.

Meanwhile Lucius Malfoy was almost salivating at the chance to have control of a boy who had such knowledge. Harry would be a boon and potentially great ally when the Dark Lord returned. All Lucius needed to do was secure the boy's loyalty or grasp control of the lad.

Harry negligently waved away the Minister's concerns, "Well I obviously didn't learn it here then. Where and when I learned it, it was totally legal. I filed them with Gringotts and you can ask them if you have questions." Harry stated before digging into his eighth steak.

Savoring his last steak, Harry tuned out the blustering of the Minister of Magic. Only a mention about his deceased parents drew back Harry's attention.

"But Mr. Potter, what would your parents say about your dark magic masteries! The Potters have been a house of light magic for centuries! Besides, those Masteries aren't recognized; you will still have to take your OWL exams to be considered an adult." The Minister huffed, quite red in the face.

Harry turned slightly to look at the Minister while enjoying another bite of steak, "I don't think they would say anything, they're dead." Harry stated, staring right at the Minister until he had finished chewing and could answer fully, "Just because they aren't recognized, doesn't mean I'm not an adult in the eyes of magic and Wizarding Britian." Harry stated, and waved his hand over the back of his knuckles, causing his family rings to appear.

Harry continued over the stunned look of Fudge, "As you can see, I hold my family's seats and have claimed my inheritance as is my right. Besides, it's not nice to talk about the dead." Harry bit out, a bit annoyed at the scene Fudge was causing while Harry was trying to enjoy what part of his lunch hadn't been already stolen. He wasn't about to eat any of the steak that Malfoy or Fudge had nibbled on already.

Lucius thought quickly, and then as smooth as silk stated, "Speaking of your dearly departed parents, I'm sure they would want you to be cared for at your age, even if you are emancipated. Cornelius, I suggest that Mr. Potter stays at Malfoy Manor until September first and his trip to Hogwarts." Lucius said with a smile that wouldn't melt butter, at the same time he made a slight movement that allowed the coins in his coin purse to make a clinking sound that was sure to inspire Fudge to agree.

"After all, it would give Harry a chance to get to know some people his age. He could meet Draco, and Narcissa is always going on about wanting another child. Perhaps we could look into having young Lord Potter being a ward of house Malfoy." Lucius said with a smile.

Harry wheeled on Lucius and glared, "That won't be necessary Lord Malfoy. I am more than capable of taking care of myself, and as a Lord of an Ancient and Noble house let alone the Duke of Gryffindor, I will not become the ward of anybody. Is that clear?" Harry finished, almost in a hiss.

"Now now Harry my boy, we simply can't have somebody of your age running around without a proper place to stay. What were you planning on doing for housing if you didn't stay with the Malfoys?" Cornelius questioned, trying to get Harry to agree as Fudge clearly wanted the 'campaign contribution' that Lucius was hinting at with the jingling of gold galleons; Fudge would recognize that sound anywhere and probably from a mile away.

Harry swung to glare at the Minister and gave the man a truly dark look, "I believe you should be addressing me as Duke Gryffindor or Lord Potter-Peverell if you continue down the path you are treading. I will state it plainly, I will neither be going to stay with the Malfoys nor any other family unless I so choose." Harry spat at the minister.

Lucius reached forward and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder in an approximation of a fatherly pat, "I insist Lord Potter. It really would be for the best…" Lucius started, only to be interrupted as Harry seized his wrist tightly while whipping out his wand and swinging on Lucius.

Harry's wand spun in a blur, and two spells quickly shot from it to surround Harry and Lucius, cutting off the ability of people to view what they were doing as well as muffling the sounds of anything Harry and Mr. Malfoy said to each other.

"Now sssseee here Luciussss." Harry literally hissed, bits of parceltongue slipping from his mouth. With each hiss, the dark mark on Lucius's arm came alive and made him feel like the skin on his body was being peeled off with a cheese grater before fire ants were allowed to crawl inside his veins.

Lucius cringed, now in a bit of fear as his muscles and nerves locked up from the agony that was now growing to be on par with a Crucio from the Dark Lord. Through the pain, Harry's words drilled home.

"I do not have a specific problem with you, or your houssssse." Harry hissed, locking Lucius with a dark look and keeping the death eater locked in a rigor of pain, "But be warned, if you try and control me, I will desssstroy you and all you hold dear. Now you will resssscind your offersss and leave. Am I undersssstood?" Harry spat, squeezing Lucius's arm tighter.

The increased pressure made Lord Malfoy's wrist bones grind together in agony that was added to the pain that was already wracking his body. Malfoy could only nod in agreement, the shear dark magic that was coming off of the boy was like a cold block of ice that was swallowing up the warmth; making the skin on Malfoy's wrist feel immediately chaffed and raw as if frostbitten from Harry's touch.

"Good." Harry stated, his evil smirk turning into the smile of an innocent boy just as he released Malfoy's wrist. "Now smile and tell the Minister that I will not be leaving with you, then leave the pub so I can finish my lunch." Harry commanded.

And suddenly it was like the world returned. Harry's privacy spells canceled out without so much as a flick of a wand and a shaken Lucius Malfoy used all of his Slytherin skills to force a controlled smile to his face before addressing the anxious Minister of Magic.

"I do believe, ahem, that Lord Potter and I have come to an agreement." Lucius stated trying to save some face, "He will not be coming to stay with me, and I agree with him that he should be allowed to stay wherever he likes, as a Lord or Duke of an Ancient house is privileged to do so." Lucius continued, trying to not shake from the vestiges of pain that still rent at his body.

Cornelius Fudge was confused by the change in the situation, as well as a little alarmed that he might not get the bribe he wanted, "Are you sure Lucius? I'm sure we could work something…" Fudge started.

"No no! Absolutely alright. I was mistaken. Lord Potter is more than capable of looking after himself, I'm sure. Now I'm late to an appointment, goodbye Fudge, we will speak again soon. Goodbye Lord Potter, enjoy the rest of your lunch." Lucius replied, cringing a bit as he stood up and tried not to let his legs give out on him as the muscles in his legs were spasming from the pain that Harry had caused. Malfoy quickly limped out of the room and actually using his cane for its original purpose.

Harry just smiled at the Minister and then went back to finishing off his last steak.

Fudge sat there for a moment, and his little political brain was wracking itself to try and figure out a way to use the political power that this boy wielded.

"Well, how would you like to stay at my house until September first?" Fudge started, grasping at straws. "After all, it is a rather large house and the taxpayers were so nice to give it to me…" The Minister started, only to also get distracted when he was called out to from behind.

"Ah, Minister Fudge, just the man I was looking for." Came an older reserved grandfatherly statement from behind Cornelius.

Fudge turned, and smiled at Dumbledore, "Oh, there you are Albus. I'm sorry I had to cancel our appointment this afternoon, but it's not every day that Harry Potter returns to the Wizarding World. We were just speaking about what housing he might want to take advantage of before going to Hogwarts." Fudge finished to Dumbledore.

Only Dumbledore wasn't listening, he was too busy staring at Harry, eyes twinkling, and thinking that the day had just come up Aces for him as his second Boy-of-Prophesy was finally within his grasp. Plans and counter plans that had fallen into the dusty back roads of his mind were dusted off and brought forward; plans to create a weapon and a pawn out of the Potter boy flew through his mind; all for the Greater Good of course. The only problem was that Dumbledore wasn't quiet the master occlumens that he thought he was.

Harry had briefly breezed through some books that mentioned Dumbledore, and that added to the bits and bobs of knowledge that Harry had pulled from the magical souls he had eaten since reappearing in Wizarding Britain; namely the squib cutpurse and the goblin. Frankly, that Harry was a bit distrustful of Albus Dumbledore was an understatement. Then again, Harry didn't really trust anybody given he had experienced the deaths of thousands of those who had been stabbed in the back, or front, by family members and friends let alone 'great people.'

As Albus's thoughts were brought to the forefront of his mind, Harry Potter gazed up at the old man's twinkling eyes and in an instant caught bits and pieces of flashes of thoughts that leaked through the Headmaster's mental shields. What Harry saw weren't full plans or thoughts, but they were enough to let Harry know that this man shouldn't be trusted.

"Harry my boy; it's good to see you again. We've missed you these many years. Where have you been lad?" Dumbledore questioned, putting on his best grandfatherly airs and giving Harry the full Dumbledore smile and twinkle eyes.

Harry played it safe, "I'm sorry, my name is Duke Harry Potter-Gryffindor-Peverell, or Lord Potter for short, who are you sir?" Harry asked while stretching out a hand to shake. Harry's statement was done pleasantly though he already knew the answer; the statement was really more of a power play by Harry to set Dumbledore off balance to have an advantage in future dealings.

Only a slight halt in the twinkling of Albus's eyes gave away to Harry that his statement had caught the old man off guard. Still, Albus hadn't risen to his position of power by being slow, so quickly rebounded.

Taking Harry's hand and giving it a shake, Albus replied, "It's good to meet you lad. What was this I heard about you looking for a house to stay in before attending Hogwarts? I assumed you would be staying on one of your properties or with your family." Albus stated, hoping to bait a trap for Harry with his words about 'family'.

Harry's eyebrow rose, he wasn't familiar with the idea that he had any family alive. Realizing that something wasn't right, but still curious, Harry questioned, "Excuse me, family? To my knowledge I'm the last of the Potters." Harry posited.

Dumbledore smiled, 'Success!' Albus thought before answering Harry in his traditional grandfatherly tone, "That is true Mr. Potter, however your Mother's sister is still alive. She lives with her husband and a son about your age; wouldn't you rather stay with them and get to know them?" Dumbledore questioned benevolently.

Harry raised an eyebrow, and slowly replied, "Sure… I guess so. It shouldn't hurt anything." Harry answered, nodding his head as he convinced himself. 'After all, why shouldn't I meet my last living immediate family.' Harry thought to himself, 'What could go wrong?'

"Excellent." Dumbledore stated before turning to Cornelius, "I'll just floo your secretary to set up our appointment. I really do hope that you would rethink your stance on this latest muggle security act Minister."

"Well then, that's settled." Fudge stated, a bit forlornly at losing out on the chance to gain a bit of control on Harry Potter. The Minister turned to Dumbledore and answered while smiling down at Harry, "Let's not bore Lord Potter with a bunch of trivial politics Albus, we can talk about it later. You go introduce young Mr. Potter to his family." Cornelius answered while finishing up his lunch and putting on his bowler hat and leaving; without paying for the lunch.

Harry just shrugged, and stuck his fingers to his lips before giving a shrill whistle.

The glasses around Harry cracked, as a whistle that sounded more like a Banshee's cry than a normal whistling sound shrieked across the room.

The patrons of the pub were stunned and cringed at the sound. The day had been decidedly weird, and Harry Potter was almost unlike anything they had expected or seen before. The way the boy cast magic around like it was nothing was astonishing, and his nonchalant statements about dark magic or Masteries of magic at the apparent age of eleven were confusing. Everything they had ever read about Harry Potter, which was notably mostly speculation since nobody knew where he had been, had suggested that he would be more like Neville Longbottom; raised and trained by Albus Dumbledore to be the defenders of the Light and the last bastion between the people and the dark creatures and wizards of the world. This Harry Potter was nothing of the sort, a fact that was further drilled home by the crow that flew into the room to land on Harry's shoulder along with the floating black trunk that followed dutifully behind.

Albus gave Harry's trunk a bit of a worrying glance as the trunk growled back at the ancient wizard in return. Turning to Harry, Dumbledore questioned, "Are you ready my boy?"

Harry gave a bit of an internal growl at the use of the term 'boy' to refer to Harry; Harry knew that the headmaster was doing it on purpose. However Harry merely nodded while pulling out several galleons to pay for the lunch before turning to stand beside the headmaster.

"We are going to visit the Dursleys, your Mother's sister's family, who live in Surrey. Now grab a hold of your trunk and your bird and I will side along apparate us there." Dumbledore commanded.

Harry silently shrugged, held out his hand to his trunk which wrapped a tentacle around Harry's wrist, while the still unnamed crow stayed on Harry's shoulder.

Then with a 'Pop', Harry Potter's first trip to Diagon and Knockturn Alleys came to an end; as he disappeared to travel to his Aunt's house.

If only the wizards knew, Death walked amongst them, and it was only the beginning of the chaos that Harry would bring to their world.

AN: Another update done, off to see the Dursleys. Something tells me that Harry isn't going to let them house him in the cupboard under the stairs. What do you think? Think the Dursleys will survive the introduction to their nephew? *Insert Evil Smile Here*