"Mr. Burke! As a Broker of things some have and others might want. What is the Going Rate for a Dead Basilisk? Sixty feet long, five feet between the eyes, now ruined, estimated to be almost a thousand years old."

The Wizard froze, "How Long since it died?" The man began to wash his hands.

"Just under four months ago." Harry sneered, knowing that he had the man's attention and greed.

"It needs another six months to age." The man tucked his hands into his sleeves. "That means someone else will get it."

"Well, it is currently confined in a highly magical saturated chamber that only I can enter at this time." Harry shrugged. "That gives you five months to make your inquiries, gather the needed people and materials you will need to travel to the Chamber, render the carcass down, including skinning the beast, and transport it out. Be warned it is under an anti-portkey field."

"Why not take this to the Goblins?" the Grey Marketeer asked.

"Because they were not around when I thought of it," Harry smirked at the man, "Should I take this to them instead?"

"No no no!" he waved his hands at the lad. "While your cut might be better, I would get nothing."

"Then you had better make it worth my while." Harry grinned at him. "We can always sell to the Goblins… or hire them to do the messy work."

Burke sneered. "I like how you think…Lad."

"Potter." the Lad grinned back. "I await your owl."

They exited out onto the street.

PBPB

They followed the directions they were given to 'Benkin's Bedknobs, Batons, and Broomsticks'. As they pushed in through the French 'glass in brass' doors a display of clubs and brooms that were not sold at Quality Quidditch.

"Must offer custom brooms and bats…" Harry trailed off as he pushed through saloon-style doors. "Or not."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asks as she steps around Harry to stop and look around. "Okay… I can identify the Purpose of a few of these items… Good to know Wizards are not complete prudes."

"What are you kids doing in this shop?" a thin whipcord-muscled Wizard asked from behind a counter.

Harry shook himself. "We were led to believe you could help us with Wand and Wand-related accessories." Harry approached the counter. "Mr. Burke highly recommended your shop."

"And Who is asking?" the wizard glared at the duo.

"Do you really want our names?" Hermione approached the counter. "Or would Mister Steed," She waved at Harry, "and Dr. Peel" Her hand on her chest, "Be enough for you and your records."

"Steed. Peel." The man looked at them both. "And your request?"

Harry leaned on the counter. "I require a wand that is without a trace. I need two Hit-wizard class sleeves that can hold more than just my wand. And I need them both with the works." Harry looked over his shoulder at Hermione, who had her hand behind the small of her back. "And I believe the Good Doctor would like the same." Turning back to the man, something caught his eye. "I do believe She will be looking for 'dessert' as well."

Both the wizard and witch frowned at the lad. "Dessert?" Hermione asked.

"Sorry." Harry smiled as he turned to face her. "Something I overheard at my new Job." He jabbed a thumb to the side. "I just saw his collection of shinies and thought Dr. Peel might need to operate. I am buying."

Hermione turned to look, and with a squeal, she normally reserves for books, she moved quickly to inspect his offerings.

"And you have the coin?" the wizard asked

Harry turned to look at the man and exposed his forehead. "If you had any doubt."

"Mr. Steed." Benkin licked his lips. "No doubt you will be wanting this done by concealed means." He drew up a pad of parchment and an eagle-feather quill. "Two custom Battle wands, four hit-wizard gauntlets, full works, plus whatever she collects?"

"I might pick through your selection as well, but I am going to limit her to four pieces of chocolate today."

Benkin flipped up a section of the counter, letting the lad behind it, and into a back room. "Let's get you fitted for that wand."

The back room was filled with crafted wooden items in various states of completion, tools and workbenches for the trade, and sawdust. "Do you know your wood?" Benkin asked

"My Ollivander Wand is Holly… but something is wrong with it." Harry felt sad.

"Yes. You are a Combat Master, but that was the only wand that worked?"

"He said it was a brother wand of … You-know-who's wand. They have a feather from the same bird if you get my meaning."

"Did you bring it?"

"No. With the trace…" Harry shrugged, "I put it up somewhere safe and came to see you."

"My advice. Take it to Olli the next time you are in the Alley, and have him adjust it." Benkin opened a cupboard that had a massive selection of blanks. "Close your eyes, and reach out with your magic…" As Harry compiled, six blocks of wood rattled. Four were trying to avoid him, two were inching out. "I see two. Do you want anything special about your wand?"

With his eyes closed Harry drew out vail. "A serpent's tooth. I killed the beast a few months ago and wanted to split it in twine and inlay it into my new wand's grip."

"Hold the tooth please." Benkin mentally added a few galleons to the bill.

Harry eased the tooth out of the glass tube and gripped it in his fist. The rattling of one fell silent.

"It Seems that the Blackthorn does not like your offering." Benkin pulled the sill wiggling block of dark wood from the self, only for another to replace it. "Okay," Benkin set the Block on the workbench next to a lathe. He closed the cupboard, only to open another beside it. "Again…"

Harry reached out, Two jars twitched.

"Greater ThunderBird, and Hydra Heartstring." Benkin hissed. "No wonder the Ironwood was chosen. I will need to add Elder Cave Toad Tongue-string to mute and bind them… to better focus the magic. Otherwise, not even African Ironwood could handle the resulting explosion."

He set the blank into the Lathe… and using the foot pedal under the workbench, he started to spin the blank. "Your hand." Harry extended his hand "Close your eyes, it makes the flow of your magic easier and cast the Lumos spell. It causes the wand to morph to the required thickness of the user."

As Harry did as compelled, he felt his magic, warm and tangible, flow from his fingertips. After about three minutes, the noise of the foot pedal stopped, followed shortly by the sound of the lathe. Harry opened his eyes to see a golden wood streaked with black, just a little thicker and two inches longer than his holly wand. Harry looked at the thin wizard.

"Now, Most of Ollivander's babies are straight, like what is in the lathe. Other than your inlays is there something you are looking for?"

Harry mimicked Crossbody drawing his wand… "Do you know what a revolver pistol is?"

"No… but I do know what a flintlock looks like."

"That will do. Shape the wand like a Flintlock, split the tooth, and insert each half like the scales on a pistol's grip." Harry drew out the pistol from the small of his back. He dropped the clip, cleared the chamber, and caught the round. He reloaded the round and slid the clip into his left-hand pocket, leaving the pistol on the workbench. He tapped the pearl grip scales.

Benkin peered closely, before reaching for the tooth. "No problem, just need to put this in the vice…"

"Careful, Sir," Harry caught the man's wrist. "I failed to clear the fang." He licked his lips, "That is a Basilisk fang, and She was over nine hundred years old when I killed her."

"You… Killed that?" Benkin glared at the boy, "Without a mark?"

"I got Lucky, Sir. When she tried to swallow me whole, my sword ran through the roof of her mouth, into her brain. That Tooth broke off in my arm." Harry gripped his right arm through his sleeve, "I only survived because the Headmaster's Familiar cried into my wounds, before lifting me out of the Chamber."

Benkin placed the tooth in a narrow-necked, one-liter beaker. With a syringe filled only with room air, he blew out the fangs injection vein. A Dried black-green crust covered the bottom of the beaker. Benkin tried again, only this time he used rubbing alcohol. More black-green crust covered the bottom of the beaker. A second pass of the rubbing alcohol, but this time it ran clear. He removed the tooth and pushed a glass stopper into the mouth. "This will cover half the price of your wand, deal?"

"Deal" Harry smiled at the man, "And talk to Burke about any other items from the beast. I am willing to talk about deals." Harry reclaimed the 1911, reloaded the clip, chambered the top round, and replaced the slug thrower at the center of his back.

Benkin applied his craft, and split the tooth in twain and with a touch of magic and hand chisels, set the grooves in the grip, and inserted the inlays. He then released the slight [Engorgio] and allowed the ironwood to hold the tooth in place. Harry lifted the wand from the workbench, a thrum ran from his arm to his hand to the wand as the tip exploded in an orgy of rainbow sparkles.

"That wand is as close to a perfect fit as I have seen in my fifty years of crafting." Benkin smiled at the Lad. "Now if you do not mind, I would like to Craft Dr. Peel's wand before we move on to the leather goods."

"Yes, that will do." Harry smiled at the man. "And if I were to guarantee you double the amount of Hide to craft myself and the good Doctor Gauntlets of Basilisk leather? I would love to be able to swing my arm and block most spells cast in my direction…"

"I would also need a vial of venom to soften the scales, and half the heart for heartstrings for wands." Benkin licked his lips. "The rest comes down to haggling and Price Value Compensation."

"I will promise you first bid on all items, and double the hide needed. The rest is up to you." Harry frowned, "I expect you know who I am… But Mr. Steed is to cover what I was buying from you."

"Yes." Benkin smiled, "And all communication with either of you will go to you directly."

PBPB

As Harry aka Mr. Steed followed Mr. Benkin into the back, Hermione was drooling over the knives showcased before her. She called Riddic into being, behind the counter, and together they picked over the selection.

"Harry is getting me a new wand and gauntlets." She put a three-inch blade karambit through its paces, before frowning and handing it back. "Too short, try the five incher please." as the longer curved talon blade was handed her, she stepped back and put the knife through its paces. First her right hand, then her Left. She nods. "Two of these." She places it to the side, as Riddic placed a clone of it beside it. "Ooo. the Tantos. A matched pair of Damascus steel blades in the Japanese style were tested and added to her pile of goodies."

Riddick smiled at the Lass, as he let the shift overtake him, and he faded from view.

Hermione was running through her Katas with two of the four blades Harry said he would buy her when the Saloon doors to the back disgorged Harry.

"Doctor. It is your turn." Harry spoke softly, as he tucked the wand into his pants, drawing his coat closed, and fastening his top button.

She set the knives on the counter and hurried to see what the Craftmaster had in mind for her.

Once behind the saloon doors, she saw a cross between a muggle craft workshop and an arcane lab. Workbenches held projects in various stages of completeness, while in the back she saw three potions bubbling and burbing over low flames.

She sighed. She found what she wanted to do with her life after school.

"Ah, Dr. Peel." Benkin smiled gently at her. "Your Ollivander Wand, what was it, and did you bring it?"

She flicked it out from her sleeve. "Ten and a half Vinewood with a dragon heartstring." She walked the wand through her fingers to offer the wand to Benkin butt-first.

The craftsman held it to his ear and stroked it. "Welsh Green by the sound of it." He set it in a velvet box and closed the lid. "We do not want it affecting your selection initially." he opened a cupboard. "Close your eyes and reach out with your magic…" Three blocks twitched, but two fell silent, as the third kept dancing. "Wow. Applewood and Ash showed interest but Redwood claimed you." He pulled the inch square blank from the cupboard and closed it.

He stepped three steps to the side and opened another. "Again. Reach for your wand-core." She felt a warmth in her chest… "Huh, only one glowed." He pulled a box from the self and drew a single 'moonlight on silver' pinion feather.

"Hagrid sold these to me, not that long ago. One of his colts was molting, and he collected a fair few. You will be the first to wield one."

He took the blank of wood and feather to the lathe. "Come here, hold your hand over the blank, close your eyes, and in your mind cast the Luminous spell from your hand." He started to turn the lathe. She felt her palm warm as her magic flowed through her arm to her fingers. After about three minutes, the lathe clicked to a stop. "And now we shape it. Any preference?"

"Straight and true." Hermione rubbed her hand, "What was that feather, and where did it go?"

"Hippogriff pinion feather. From a colt's first molt." Benkin smiled at the Lass, "A proud and intelligent beast, some would even say arrogant. They are as deadly as they are beautiful. Never insult one, and never show fear. If you ever come face to face with one, maintain eye contact, and bow."

"Good to know."

"Okay, Doctor, let's get the two of you fitted for gauntlets and out of my store."

PBPB

It was ten minutes later that Harry and Hermione were on their way back to the Leaky. They each grabbed a bottle of chilled butterbeer that was charged to Harry's room and headed out into Muggle London. As they walked towards Chariton Cross, so Harry could catch a black cab, Hermione thanked Harry and flicked her vinewood wand to summon the Knight Bus, and Harry handed her a Galleon to get home safely.

He stopped at a pharmacy and bought a disposable camera. Paid cash.

He approached the first cab, the cabby was leaning on the hood of the car, reading the times. "Good afternoon." Harry had his hands in his pockets, the camera hanging from his left wrist in a plastic bag. "Are you able to take me to number twenty-five Savile Row?"

The cabby folded his paper and glared at the Lad, "The Continental? Cash or Coin?"

Harry Palmed a Coin from his vest, "I take it this Cab is available then," He shook hands with the Man.

The Man looked at the Coin in his palm and nodded. "Yes Sir. May I ask who I am Driving?"

"Potter." Harry stepped through the open door that the Cabby was holding open. "I was named the new Maveth. The last guy retired."

The Cabby nodded.

The ride was silent and quick.

PBPB

TBC