Chapter Three: Dark Lord of the Wizarding World.

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On a side note, these are the Robes mentioned. . On with the story.

~ Diagon Alley ~

Kallig remained still, arms and legs spread as he was fitted for his robes. After the Mcgonagall woman had left as soon as she could, he had traveled to Diagon Alley. Browsing bookstores in search of knowledge about his abilities. All he had learned was that, whatever he was using, it was not Magic. He still had Magic, of course, but what he had, what he discovered ... it was not normal, even in a world of sorcery and witchcraft. Upon that revelation, he had wandered the Alley lost in his thoughts, until he had found a shop that sold Robes. He found himself ... displeased, with the way they were. Baggy. Black. Plain. He had sworn, on the day that he had reclaimed control of his life, that he would never be ' plain ', that he would always stand out among the rest. And so he had his custom tailored. It meant he would have to forego purchasing a few of the more expensive books, but he liked his style much better. A deep purple for the base, with black patterns all around, the outline of the black patterns lined in gold trimming, not true gold merely dyed, but it would do. For now.

He was brought from his musings by a sharp jab, raising an eyebrow at the Witch who had jabbed him with her needle, who gave him an apologetic smile. His eyes flashed, the yellow glowing slightly as he prepared to crush her neck, but he was stopped as another child his age stood on the podium next to him, spreading her arms and legs in a similar fashion, her family short behind her. There were two children, a short one with blonde hair and the one his age, with black hair. Her face was a mask of indifference, something quite similar to his that took his interest. The parents were both Magical, he could sense it. These were Purebloods, judging from the parents robes. He nodded to her in acknowledgement, noting that she did the same once she noticed his action. The glow fading from his eyes. Wizards were different from his worthless relatives, he could not murder on a whim here. He would wait, bide his time. The elderly Witch patted his shoulder, snapping his attention back to her, as he realized she was done. Nodding in acceptance and paying her for his new robe, three or four more already made by Magic along with some plain clothes wrapped up and shrunk on the counter. He wordlessly paid her and paused, pulling out his sheet and wondering where to go next, noting that the Parents noticed his action, and that the mother began to walk over.

His lips turned down into a mild frown as he detected amusement in her voice, no doubt at the Robe of his choosing, as she spoke to him. Sending a mild glare to the youngest child who was openly giggling at him.

" I take it you are a Muggle Born, then? "

" ... Raised. I am Kallig. I am afraid I do not know your name. "

The woman blushed slightly, as her husband walked over, both reminded of their manners, or rather lack of.

" I'm terribly sorry, excuse my lack of manners. I am Isabel Greengrass, Lady Greengrass, and wife of Nathaniel Greengrass, whom is Lord Greengrass. I am his Wife."

The man next to her, presumably Nathaniel Greengrass, gave her a smile.

" I can introduce myself, Isabel. And you haven't called me Nathaniel in years, it's Nathan. Might I see your bit of Parchment there, Mr Kallig? "

Kallig's eyes narrowed slightly, before he reluctantly handed it over. He, unfortunately, knew very little about this world, so he would be forced to rely on the help of others. For now. That would change, soon enough. His gaze flickered over to the two children, The eldest, his age, surprisingly already done. Perhaps they came here often. His eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance as he realized he was being None-too-subtle all too late, the Mother having noticed his gaze and now herding her children over.

" Well, Kallig, These are my daughters. Daphne Greengrass " - So that was her name - " My eldest, she'll be going to Hogwarts with you, I believe. You'll both be First Years. "

" Hn. " Kallig said, eyeing Daphne who gave him a rather frosty glare, causing him to raise an eyebrow as her Mother frowned slightly, placing her hand on Daphne's shoulder and looking at Kallig herself, whose pale yellow eyes switched to gaze upon her. Their little staring contest was broken when her husband can forward, holding the parchment which had several notes on it.

" There you are, young Kallig. " Nathan said. " Everything you'll need for Hogwarts, and a few extra things I put on for you to learn more about our world. "

Kallig eyed the parchment blankly " ... I cannot pay for them. " Nathan frowned slightly, digging into his pockets and pulling out about ten to twelve Galleons, handing them to Kallig. " Here, that ought to cover it. You should be allowed to learn as much as you can about our world, only just entering it. No need to be limited by monetary problems when you could not possibly have attainted the Gold to pay for them yourself. "

Kallig eyed the man quietly, before taking the Galleons. He was sure there would be a debt to pay to the man later on, but he could not deny his own thirst for Knowledge. " ... Thank you. " The man, Nathan, merely nodded his head in acceptance of his thanks. Wishing him good luck as he swept from the shop, taking his family with him.

Kallig stood quietly, eyeing the gold in his hand for several minutes before he pocketed it and moved on, grabbing what would be needed, as well as spending some school funds on a book on Alchemy, since he found it interesting. He paused as, upon exiting, he saw the Eldest Greengrass - Daphne, he reminded himself, - walking alone. Ignoring the wizards and witches who gazed at him with amusement, he followed her, and found that she was entering a pet shop. He entered quietly after her, watching as she browsed the familiars there, and stepping up as she paused, gazing at a snowy white owl in amazement that she hid well, speaking in a monotone to hide the amusement in his voice as he saw her jump slightly in surprise, though she quickly collected herself.

" Interested in the Owl, hn? " He said.

Daphne merely leveled a glare at him for daring to speak up on her, before deciding to at the least reply to him.

" I am, not that it's any of your business. It's a beautiful creature. "

He merely nodded his head in acknowledgement, watching in amusement as the Shopkeep watched terrified as she opened the Cage, the owl flying out and landing on her shoulder, watching as she stroked it's feathers affectionately, the owl giving off a pleased hoot.

" I came to ask if you would care to share a compartment on the train to Hogwarts. "

He watched in amusement as her muscles tensed, hand dipping towards her pocket as she leveled a fierce glare at him.

" I am not interested in that, or you. Kindly leave me alone. "

He quietly raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking at her and hoping for an answer silently. What would she be interested in him for? He would not serve. Not after the Dursleys. He swore he would serve none other than himself the day he broke free. He allowed a small smile to creep upon his face, recalling the Dursleys terrified looks, his smile now malicious, as he remembered where they now resided.

He was broke from his small reverie as a pale, blond-haired boy entered the room, nodding to Daphne and backing up slightly as he noticed the glare in her eyes. Looking between Kallig, stifling a chuckle at his robe, and Daphne. " Daphne? Is he causing a problem? "

Kallig turned his eyes, and face, to Draco Malfoy, with a malicious grin. Remaining silent, watching in mirth as he squirmed uneasily. His source of entertainment was rudely interrupted, when the door banged open. A tall, fair-skinned boy with brown hair barging through, followed by what he could only assume was the result of a mountain troll and a Goblin breeding and producing two lumps of muscle and idiocy. Draco shoved aside roughly, as Daphne drew her wand, Draco doing the same. Kallig merely crossed his arms, watching, his hood up at the moment.

" Daphne! I've been looking for you. Come, we're leaving now. " Daphne merely gave him an icy glare, stepping behind Kallig slightly with the intent to use him as cover, though he did not move. The boy's eyes narrowed, gazing at Daphne, Draco, and Kallig, chuckling loudly at his robes.

" What? You think this ridiculously dressed mudblood will protect you? "

Kallig's eyes narrowed, the pale yellows flashing brightly once in anger. No-one disrespected him. No-one. Not anymore. He flung his hands out, banishing the two goons through the door, breaking it down, as he aimed a hand at the brown-haired leader who dared degrade him, hurling him into the wall of the shop with a bang, a loud pop and crack heard as he dislocated the boy's shoulder and broke his arm, hurling him out of the door with his Power, and glaring at where he was, as he was now out of sight. His two goons dragging him out, presumably to the boy's parents. He didn't care. The boy would never admit that he was beaten. He turned his gaze to Daphne and Draco, who were now gazing at him in open shock.

" ... I am not certain why you believe you would be interested in me, or why you think I would be interested in you. You are the only person I know who knows about the world of Magic. I merely wished to ask some questions on the train ride there. I will be in the rear-most Compartment should you take me up on my request. "

With that he turned, walking to the Leaky Cauldron. He had at the least, four days before the train to Hogwarts would be ready for departure. He would study the tomes he acquired, and practice his Power. He would need it.

That's all for now, from now on everything will be to the Left instead of the Center to help with reading comprehension, Dark Lord Strazio out. Reviews will be posted in the next chapter and Questions will be answered.