Parselmight
AN: I don't anything. I don't own Harry Potter.
"Speech"
"Parseltongue Speech"
'Thoughts'
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The Leaky Cauldron in London was as it was on a normal day, crowded with Witches and Wizards going through their normal routine. Conversations drifted through the room, the majority focusing on the world quidditch finals and whether the Irish would make it to the World Cup that would arrive in England in less than a month.
"Today's Daily Prophet Tom! This one's a doozy!" Called a man as he walked in with several hundred newspapers in hand.
"What is it this time?" Called a man sitting at the bar.
"See for yourself! It's Potter!"
People scrambled to get ahold of the newspaper, exchanging coins while papers fluttered opened. The Boy-Who-Lived was the most popular subject in Britain, and the Daily Prophet hit records when reporting on his activities. Pictured on the front page was Harry Potter along with about a dozen other wizards and witches along with several goblins standing over the captives and gold they recovered from the bank robbers.
POTTER IN MACUSA
DID THE BOY-WHO-LIVED RUN AWAY?
Many have speculated over the years how the reclusive boy-who-lived spends his time. Ever since his arrival at Hogwarts, Harry Potter has been making headline after headline. The Boy-Who-Lived always has wild stories and rumors following him wherever he goes, and once again he has made the front page, with new information from his adventure in America.
Pictured above is Harry Potter, alongside many of his freshly-gained companions who took part in a recent adventure to hunt down several bank robbers who stole from a Gringotts bank in MACUSA. Mr. Potter has never been seen outside of Hogwarts before-
"Look how handsome he is!" Gasped one woman, "My daughter goes to Hogwarts and said he always goes on wild adventures each year. A shame this is her last year."
"I'll believe it!" Said a boisterous man, "Bloody lad looks like he just went through a battle, and is he carrying a sword?!"
-
Harry didn't think he would ever get over how strange his trip to America really was. Each time he thought back to it he remembered it differently, between rampaging thunderbirds, confounding muggles, and having western-like duels in the streets, the trip really did do weird things to his mind.
And that wasn't even mentioning the new anchor in his life that was Daphne Greengrass, his Slytherin lover who apparently only slept in his bed while only sleeping in her undergarments. Harry honestly wondered how she managed to get ahold of such fancy lingerie, and figured it had to do with the small army of House Elves that always seemed to follow her around.
The whirlwind of chaos that was the Gringotts Heist was apparently getting worldwide attention. It turned out securing high-value Gringotts property like the Wardsafe was enough to warrant a reward, and Harry had recieved a letter stating the Potter accounts had greatly increased in size due to his own actions, and recieved a security upgrade to his vault free of charge. He didn't understand it himself, but Daphne assured him it was very special.
Daphne also seemed to get fed up with MACUSA after the end of their adventure, and had promptly dragged him back to England the day after their adventure. Instead of Portkeying to any of the magical locations he'd been to before, it brought them to the dirt road outside Greengrass manor.
Harry realized he hadn't seen the manor from the outside before, and was honestly blown away by the sheer size of it. Daphne had quickly brought him inside, and her father Cyrus Greengrass had appeared before inviting Harry to his office.
"Mr. Potter, consider this meeting a courtesy of mine. Do not waste my time with useless talk as I have urgent matters to attend too. "
Daphne's father was a cold, brutal man. He was tall, and obviously pureblood, wearing wizarding robes in a way that showed he was an experienced duelist. His blond hair was cut short, and his outfit was made of dragonhide in a way that was both fashionable and protective.
Harry realized he had vastly underestimated Cyrus Greengrass. Now that he had met the man, Harry suddenly realized where Daphne's cold demeanor seemed to come from. He had expected a man more like Fudge, a spineless politician, but instead met someone that made his hairs stand on edge.
Most in his position would have found this to be a bad thing, but Harry was actually relieved. The man in front of him was the leader of the Grey faction in the Wizengamot, and Harry wanted him to at least be competent. Especially since they would be partners of sorts.
Harry sat comfortably in his chair. "I have recently became educated on the political situation in Britain, and find myself seeing yourself in a favorable light. If I'm being honest, I see myself joining the Grey faction very soon."
The main raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Harry wondered if it was an honest reaction. "Continue." Was the man's response, as he took a sip of tea.
Harry sipped his tea as well. "A question has been on my mind for some time. Why do I have to choose between a manipulative old man and a violet psychopath as to where I stand in politics? So I decided to do something about it."
Cyrus Greengrass hummed, "I see. You will find that almost all of the Houses in the Grey faction feel the same. Such thoughts are a minority overall in the wizengamot, but a majority in the minds of its members. It is simply the power that both sides hold that causes so many Houses to join them."
"If that's the case how are you able to exist then?"
"There needs to be a middleman, a faction that can be swayed and stays neutral. Especially in the ministry departments that everyone wants to be unbiased. Even then, few are brave enough to stand against the Malfoy and Dumbledore."
Harry knew he was talking about the DMLE and probably the Unspeakables. If the Dark faction or the Light controlled one or the other the opposing party would throw a fit. Harry took another sip of his tea, "And what if I could help you with that little problem."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I have enough dirt on Albus Dumbledore I could potentially end his political career. Worse could be said for Lucius Malfoy."
Lord Greengrass almost reeled back but clearly restrained himself. His eyes widened comically, before he controlled his expression. "And what would that information be?"
Harry gave him a look as if to say "I'm not that easy", but he answered the question regardless. "Many things, among them making me grow up ignorant of the magical world, and preventing me from attaining my lordships. I've recently begun taking up my place in the world, as you can see, and if I join the Grey faction you'll not only have my fame but also the support of the two Houses I'm to be Lord of."
Cyrus Greengrass was supposedly notoriously hard to read, but Harry could tell Daphne's father desperately wanted to ally with him. And while Harry didn't go into details, he put the notion he was raised by muggles into the man's mind. The fact Dumbledore was responsible for it was just the icing on the cake. "And what do you want in return?"
Harry knew this was where the discussion got tricky. "First, A betrothal with your daughter, Daphne. She's become quite dear to me."
"Done." Cyrus responded immediately, "But she is to carry on the Greengrass name."
Harry was surprised how fast the man agreed to that, and he nodded after a moment before moving on. "I recently found out my Godfather, Sirius Black, is innocent while the real perpetrator of his supposed crimes is a still-alive Peter Pettigrew. I'd like Sirius to be acquitted, and for Fudge to be scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of his worthless life like a muggle."
Lord Greengrass digested that information quietly, and nodded his head. "If what you say is true, and Black's innocence goes public, we won't even have to lift a finger to hurt Fudge, the public will do it for us. Is there anything else?"
Harry shook his head, "No, but I'm surprised you were so quick to agree to a betrothal."
Cyrus Greengrass sat quietly for a moment before throwing his head back and letting out a laugh, "I can see now that you really were raised by muggles. Honestly my wife would've given me hell if I refused a betrothal, not that I would have. Politically speaking it's a small price to pay for everything you've given me today. To see the boy-who-lived swiped out from under Dumbledore's robes while at the same time knocking him down a few pegs is a dream. If what you say about Malfoy is true then I'd gladly betroth Astoria to you as well."
Harry thought of the cute little sister Daphne had and desperately tried to suppress the image his mind created of both Greengrass girls in bed.
He suddenly felt awkward, even though he had this conversation before. "You erm… know what it means if Daphne keeps the Greengrass name and becomes my wife?"
Cyrus Greengrass waved his concerns away, "My wife won't be having anymore children, not all families can be as big as the Weasleys are. It's a small price to pay, but one I wouldn't worry about."
Harry slumped in relief, but felt a strange stress settle in the back of his mind. He suddenly realized he would have to be marrying three girls at the minimum if his betrothal with Daphne continued.
-
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was busy, busier than usual. Cyrus Greengrass hastily stepped around stressed aurors and aides as he made his way through the department and to a certain office.
"Madam Bones, thanks for taking the time to see me." He greeted after opening the door.
"Sit down, Cyrus." The Director of the DMLE ordered. "I guess this couldn't wait till later?"
"It can't." Lord Greengrass said evenly. "Something big is happening, Amelia, and you need to be aware of it before everyone else."
"Well, whatever it is, spit it out."
"My daughter is being betrothed to Harry Potter."
A moment of silence passed. "Bugger." Amelia whispered, "How did you manage that?"
Cyrus' lip twitched. "It seems Dumbledore has driven off the Boy-Who-Lived. Potter actually started the whole ordeal, and has agreed to join the Grey faction completely."
"Damn." Amelia muttered, and Cyrus nodded. Madam Bones wasn't known for being on good terms with Albus Dumbledore, and even less so with Cornelius Fudge. She was a straight shooter, and didn't exactly partake in the shady politics the Minister was known for. "Don't tell me your daughter seduced Harry Potter."
Cyrus let out a laugh. "If I'm being honest, I'd say it's the other way around. Daphne is always so composed, yet all it takes is her betrothed being in the same room for her to become a lovesick schoolgirl."
"And so now Harry Potter is on our side?" Amelia asks disbelievingly.
"He wants some things in return." Cyrus became serious. "I'll simply say this now, whatever dislike you have of Dumbledore and Fudge pales in comparison to Potter's own feelings."
"That bad, huh?" Amelia's brows raised in suprise, an honest reaction.
"Sirius Black never had a trial. He was framed by Peter Pettigrew, who is a rat animagus in hiding currently."
"What?!" Amelia nearly shouted.
"Potter confirmed it, and he has several witnesses." Cyrus nodded. "After the whole mess he told the minister such, who denied the whole thing. Cornelius claimed Potter was confounded by Black, with Snape and Dumbledore siding with the Minister."
"You're shitting me!" Amelia snarled, slamming her fist on the desk. "An innocent man has sat in Azkaban next to Bellatrix Lestrange for over a decade, and we're just learning about this now?! That's not mentioning how my office has been run ragged in our search for Black!"
Cyrus snorted, "Think about how Potter feels. From what I've learned it seems Dumbledore has hidden him away with magic hating muggles since his parents deaths. He should have been raised by Sirius Black this whole time."
"We're lucky we don't have another Dark Lord on our hands." Amelia muttered, and Cyrus internally winced.
"Also, through Potter I have confirmed Voldemort is still alive. Albeit in a weak form."
Amelia sighed heavily and rubbed her face. "I'll admit that one isn't as surprising as it should be. I've always had my suspicions about whether the bastard was really dead. And I doubt a baby could kill a Dark Lord."
"Potter wants me to secure Black's innocence, and to preferably drag the minister through as much shit as I can when I do it." Cyrus stated, looking at Amelia expectantly.
The woman snorted, "Can't say I blame him. We'd be a fool to reject him if it means getting him from under Dumbledore's robes. What is he like?"
"Cold." He replied. "He's furious about Dumbledore and the Minister, obviously, but it goes beyond that. Potter's doing his best to build a group of support around himself, which I think is why he's willing to join the Grey. He's gathering allies, and if I'm being honest I don't think he'll settle for a small group of friends either. Daphne sees something in him, and she's stronger than me."
Amelia looked pensive, "And when will all this be announced? I doubt Lucius and Dumbledore are going to sit by if we let it get out Potter is moving to pardon Sirius Black and is joining our faction along the way."
Cyrus sighed, "Do you think we could do an overnight ruling?"
He referred to a Wizengamot gathering in the late hours of the night, rushed through its attendence to force through a ruling without their opposition showing up due to the late notice. Lucius Malfoy was notorious for doing such things, notably when he did an overnight ruling with the dark faction to ban pensive memories in court in the aftermath of the war.
"You and I both know the Grey faction isn't big enough for that." Amelia said. In order for a Wizengamot session to occur, more than a third of its members had to be present at the minimum. The Grey faction simply wasn't that large, and Cyrus knew it would take time, even with Potter's support, to grow it.
"And I doubt we can push through a trial without both Dumbledore and Lucius disrupting it in some fashion. Revealing Potter at this point would cause chaos, the two of them would do everything to oppose us." Cyrus swore under his breath. "We need more time, and everyday the chance of Black being killed grows."
"I'll handle it." Amelia waved him off. "The World Cup is coming up, giving the aurors something other than Black to focus on. I'll take enough heat off that Black won't have any problems hiding. Although, I don't think he needs our help hiding, if I'm being honest."
He could tell those last words frustrated her. "I will talk to Potter, let him know that Black will be free, but it will take time. Also that we need allies."
"Good." Amelia noddded, "He needs reassurances if nothing else. Let me know if I should speak with him too."
"Oh, I'm sure you will at some point."
-
Ever since her father agreed to the betrothal between herself and Harry, the man had been scrambling to get his allies into position to adjust to the incoming shift in power. Daphne wasn't blind to her father's ambitions, and knew the man had always wanted to grow the Grey faction in the Wizengamot into a political powerhouse able to stand up to the Light and Dark factions.
He now had the chance to do so with Harry on his side, and Daphne knew that when the news broke the entirety of Magical Britain would be shaken to its foundations. Everywhere from Knockturn Alley to Hogwarts would see changes because of it, and it would present an opportunity for Daphne that she had only dreamed about before.
For years Daphne had done her best to slip into the background, to be as neutral and unremarkable as possible. She had done her best to avoid House politics, to avoid boys like Draco Malfoy and the power games they played. Because of it she had developed her cold persona, it came from her resentment towards her station in life, built up over years of trying to be as inaccessible and neutral as possible, using it as a shield to avoid the fights and harassment that was so common in Slytherin.
She had done so because of her family's politics, forced to walk the slim line between the Light faction and the Dark. Daphne desperately wanted to speak out for years, to begin gathering supporters within Slytherin and forming a group of her own within the house of snakes.
And after years she could change things, and Harry Potter of all people had been the one to approach her with the opportunity to do so. He had sought a way out, to get outside of Dumbledore's grasp, to strike back against the manipulative old man. Daphne had seen her chance then, and like the ambitious Slytherin she was, had taken it and run as far as she could.
She had been so pleased with herself for weeks, feeling a veritable excitement one moment, and a deep nervousness the next. Her mind ran wild at the thought of allying with Harry Potter, and the more she thought about him the less she began to think intelligently.
She had become a lovesick fool, something that her best friend Tracey Davis noticed and began to tease her relentlessly over. Gone was the cold Ice Queen of Slytherin, and in its place was a blushing blonde schoolgirl who fancied Harry Potter like the other girls did.
And so she had finally started to gather allies to her side, and it began today at Greengrass manor. The large balcony on the east side of the manor could fit hundreds of wizards if necessary, but today it only fit seven. Herself, Tracey Davis, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow, Emma Zabini, Eileen Selwyn, and Raleigh Abbott all sat comfortably around her, their expressions cleared as they waited for Daphne to begin.
"I thank you all for coming today." Daphne began, starting the meeting. "I believe all of us have a shared interest in seeing a shift in power in Slytherin, away from Draco and the goons."
Draco Malfoy had all but taken over Slytherin after his first year, using his father's name and money to do so. In his second year he had bought his way onto the quidditch team with new brooms, and drastically upped his rhetoric when it came to disparaging enemies of Voldemort. In the background his father had done deals with the parents of older students, earning Draco their support within Slytherin.
Malfoy and his hired goons had hunted down his political opposition within Slytherin, and ambushed them within the dungeons of Hogwarts. Alexander Carrow, a sixth year and the leader of Slytherin at the time, had refused to hand over his position to Malfoy, and had been ambushed by eleven students including four seventh years. Afterwards Alexander Carrow had to be transferred to Saint Mungos because of his injuries.
After that Draco had established his position in Slytherin, but also harmed it greatly. The Carrows were loyal to the Dark Faction, and with the incident with their heir they had been extremely slighted by Lucius Malfoy. Lord Carrow had been furious over the damage done to his heir, and Daphne was aware her father was in talks with the man in order to bring him over to the Grey faction.
Murmurs of agreements rose from the group, and Daphne allowed herself a reassuring smile. "There are about to be some… shifts in power in our world. Ones that will benefit the Grey faction tremendously."
"Will they hurt the Dark faction?" Eileen Selwyn asked. She was a seventh year girl who would have been the leader of Slytherin had Malfoy not taken over. She didn't explicitly show it, but Daphne knew it enraged her that she couldn't rule Slytherin despite being the person who should.
The Selwyn family was part of the Dark faction, and like the Carrows had been slighted by Lucius Malfoy's actions over the years. Her family had been supporters of Voldemort, and been part of the Dark faction for decades, and would likely never leave. As such she would never directly support something that would damage her own political faction. It left her in a frustrating situation where her Slytherin ambition had been curtailed.
"It will mostly hurt Lucius Malfoy alone, and mainly due to the man's own actions." Daphne replied. "I can't give you specifics, yet, but he will likely be dealing with a power struggle for his position when everything comes out. That said, the Light faction will be worse off, and if I'm right then Dumbledore will be lucky to keep his position as Chief Warlock when the news breaks."
Her betrothal to Harry Potter would have the light faction screaming bloody murder at Albus Dumbledore, and Lucius Malfoy would be lucky to survive the news of Potter being the Black heir.
"Are you sure?" Asked Raleigh Abbott cautiously, clearly worried about her family's own position on the fringes of the light faction. Anything that damaged Albus Dumbledore too much could leave her family lost in the chaos.
"Oh, Daphne's understating the situation, if anything." Emma Zabini said with a small laugh. "I doubt even Fudge will survive when the news breaks."
Emma taking Daphne's side easily convinced the girls of Daphne's premonitions. The girl barely ever spoke to anyone other than Kassandra Malfoy, and was known for somehow being the most knowledgeable person in Slytherin. She never spoke about politics, and was an expert at avoiding confrontations. As such, her sudden interjection left the others reeling.
"I see." Raleigh Abbott replied somewhat anxiously. "And you want to take over Slytherin?"
Daphne snorted, now that was ambitious, and would take time. Draco couldn't be overthrown overnight, his father's political power would have to be taken care of first for that to happen, as well as Professor Snape, but his position could certainly be diminished.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we are tired of Draco's bullying. His constant degradation of everyone who isn't a pureblood and a follower of the Dark Lord has gotten old at this point." A round of agreements sounded from the group, especially from Tracey Davis who had been called a 'filthy half-blood' by Draco more times than Daphne could count.
"To put it simply, I want us to form a group within Slytherin that doesn't bow down to Draco's whims. Too many of us have had to avoid Flint or Montague's curses, or Malfoy's comments in the common room for too long in my opinion. It's time we form our own group, away from Malfoy."
"You suggest that Slytherin… split?" Eileen asked, her eyes narrowed in thought. Slytherin had always stood together as one, and the idea of the House splitting was almost unimaginable.
Daphne took a sip of tea. "If that's what you want to call it. Malfoy can rule his half of Slytherin, while the rest ignores him."
"They'll just curse us." Raleigh remarked.
This was when the ambitious part of Daphne's plan came in. "Not if he wants a united Slytherin under his rule, and especially if he doesn't want the other houses involved."
The other girls froze, and Flora and Hestia looked at Daphne with narrowed eyes. Daphne hated the fact she couldn't tell which one of them it was that spoke. "You would involve other Houses in Slytherin politics?"
"Snape is Malfoy's strongest asset in Slytherin." Daphne said. "It's how he covers up his actions and gets away with his attacks. If we start reaching out and befriending students in other houses, and Malfoy starts attacking, Snape won't be able to cover it up like he usually does."
It was a Slytherin plan at its core, basically using students from other Houses as shields against Malfoy. It relied on Draco attacking them and getting Professors other than Snape involved and asking questions. It would create a clear rift in Slytherin in the eyes of the rest of the student population, being the good Slytherins(them), and the bad Slytherins(Malfoy).
"That could work." Eileen breathed, looking almost excited. Clearly she thought that it might make herself the ruler of Slytherin if Daphne's plan worked.
Tracey looked beside herself with happiness at the idea, her best friend was an extreme extrovert who would jump at the idea of befriending students in other houses. Raleigh looked pleased as well, no doubt wanting to spend more time with her cousin, Hannah Abbott. The Carrows for their part still looked suspicious of the idea, but not against it.
"We need more than just us to pull this off." Emma said suddenly. "Malfoy will do his best to stop us if it is just us who are reaching out to other houses."
Daphne frowned, not thinking that far ahead. It was Tracey Davis who intervened, "Are you kidding? We don't need to do this at Hogwarts, we have the rest of the summer, and don't forget the Hogwarts express! Malfoy and his goons can't curse us on the train!"
She was right, Daphne realized, and suddenly a plan started to form in her mind. Half of Slytherin could be taken from Malfoy in the first day if they played their cards right, and Harry could certainly help divide Slytherin by simply showing up.
-
He knew he shouldn't have come here, and knew why so few wizards actually took the risk in travelling outside of Europe and the United States. Magical China was a place few wizards in Britain knew anything about, and the fact Harry actually took the risk to travel there would be simply unbelievable to most.
Slytherin's library in the chamber of secrets had proved beyond useful for Harry in the past couple months. He never guessed that first book he opened would be so helpful, but him standing in what remained of Magical China was proof enough in his own mind that investigating the chamber in the first place was a good idea.
While he hadn't studied it much, the sheer amount of wizarding history and culture contained within Slytherin's library amazed him. The small amount he had came across made him question just why Wizarding history was so unpopular a topic, and made his hatred for Binns History class multiply tenfold. Harry knew it had to do with the introduction of the statute of secrecy, and guessed that in their haste to eradicate every scrap of information that muggles had on the wizarding world, wizards had erased their own information on wizarding history in the process.
His focus however had not been on Wizarding culture and history, but on battle magic and rituals to get stronger. Slytherin had researched and studied the subject thoroughly, travelling the world in his own time. But in that area in particular, China was where most of Slytherin's battle magic originated from.
It made sense the more Harry looked into it, and at the same time gave him a feeling that made his stomach drop. Slytherin's library described the terrors of magic in ancient China, in a time where muggles and magicals would fight side by side in battles that would decide the fate of millions.
Even in Slytherin's time, Magical China was in ruins from millennia of warfare. It was worse today, the statute of secrecy had eradicated any support system magical China had, and the rise of the Chinese Communist Party had ensured there would never be a substantial wizarding government in China ever again.
But there were still magicals in China, few and far in between, with only the strongest and most talented families able to survive through the centuries. They alone had the resources to do so in the first place, so it made sense some of them were still around, if less grand and influential than they were a thousand years ago.
A thousand years ago Salazar Slytherin had stayed with the Mung Clan during his visit to China. He wrote much about House Mung, as it would be called in Britain, to the point Harry had enough information to go on for his own visit.
Asmodai had helped tremendously with travel, giving Harry the exact coordinates to apparate to along the way. The basilisk was a great travelling companion, as Salazar stated in his books, able to perceive the world and its magic in a way Harry couldn't. Wards, magical residue, even nearby magical cores weren't able to evade the basilisk's senses.
That was how he ended up in an enchanted muggle skyscraper in Xi'an, one of the oldest cities in China. Asmodai had been beyond helpful in his search, and let him to a building stacked with more wards and enchantments than Harry had ever seen.
Harry entered the building and found himself in an elevator soon after, taking him up to the very top. It opened up to a massive windowed office high in the clouds, with only a single desk sitting in the center of the room.
"Mister Potter, I have been expecting you." An ancient looking Chinese witch smiled kindly at him from behind the desk. "What services do you require of the Mung clan today?"
He had taken every precaution possible with his visit to China, yet this Witch somehow knew he was coming. Harry didn't bother with guessing how she knew of his visit in advance.
Harry cleared his throat, pushing down his unease. "What services do you provide?"
"Many services, Mr. Potter." She answered. "Tailoring, smithing, alchemy, necromancy, forging, divination, and even shamanism are a small taste of what we offer."
Harry tried not to smile at the mention of the last one. Shamans were something of a joke in Wizarding Europe, but for some reason this Witch seemed completely serious.
"Tailoring." Harry said carefully, as if tasting the word. "I need a set of robes made for combat, and I would like to provide the materials."
An interested gleam appeared in the Witch's eyes. "The materials, you say?"
"Yes." Harry nodded, placing his trunk down on the table. He sorted through it, before he found what he was looking for. He had managed to collect some of the basilisk's hide from its corpse in the chamber, to much difficulty, and had kept it in his magically expanded trunk ever since.
The sheets of basilisk scales were roughly cut, but the Chinese Witch took them and examined them as if they were the finest diamonds. She produced a monocle to inspect the scales, and even poured some sort of blue liquid on the skin which fizzled away.
"Errr…" Harry began uneasily, "Can you work with it?"
"Of course, Mr. Potter." The woman said, a slight awe in her voice. "I can tell this snakeskin is spell-resistant. Did you by chance get it from the American Horned Serpent?"
"From a basilisk, actually."
The woman seemed to pause, scrutinizing him sharply. "I see. I can complete your request, but the specifics must be discussed first. This snakeskin is too bulky to be used for casual wear, only armor will work with it effectively. If that is okay with you, Mr. Potter?"
"It is." Harry nodded, inwardly disappointed the basilisk's skin couldn't be made into normal robes. It just meant he wouldn't be wearing his basilisk armor too frequently.
"Excellent, and what type of armor do you wear, Mister Potter?" She asked enthusiastically.
"I've never worn armor." Harry blinked. "I'm fairly fast, so probably something light, less cumbersome. Something I can wear while riding a broom even."
The Witch nodded. "The main part shall cover your chest, back, and shoulders. Another for your arms. And another will be… what do the English call it? A skirt, I think?"
"That will work." Harry nodded, before an idea struck him. "And I need a sheath for my sword, made of the same material."
"Done." The woman replied promptly. "But before I begin, I need for you to sign."
The Witch pulled out a brush and ink, along with a large scroll she unwound across the desk. The scroll itself was clearly a client list of some sort, and he fought hard to maintain his calm when he saw some of the names.
Wu Chiang
Ramese Kitabi
Agnes Carrow
Marie DePore
Madelyn Lestrange
Gellert Grindlewald
Erika Rosier
Louis DuFort
Gregory Kosatka
He glanced at the Witch, seeing she was watching him expectantly, a bored expression on her face. Harry gulped, and wrote his name down.