I OWN NOTHING

spells

Parseltongue

thoughts

As Harry continued walking through the market. He kept a close eye on his follower, watching as he started to slowly close in. Spotting the perfect ambush site, he turned into a side ally. He pulled out his wand and hid behind some trash. He waited and watched as a man came into the ally.

"Dammit. Where did he go?" The man said while slowly walking into the ally, looking around.

Passing the trash pile Harry was hiding behind, he paid it no mind. Such sights were common in Teirm, after all. After he had walked past the trash pile. He heard a scraping sound behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. Trusting his instincts, he spun around just in time to see purple eyes and a stick pointing between his eyes. The last thing he heard was Legilimens.

Harry stumbled back, absording the memories of the murderer and thief. Using occlumency to quickly sort the memories while extracting the information he needed. Once he was done, he stood tall and sighed, "I hate doing that it always gives me a headache."

Looking at the drooling body in front of him he sighed. Looking through his stalkers pockets he thought "I hate this part." Pulling off a coin purse full of gold. "At least you had something useful in there you nasty bastard." Then, he banished the body into the trash pile, piling the trash back over the body covering the drooling mess the would-be murder had become. Then he turned around and continued on his way to the bookstore as if nothing had happened.

While he would have been squeamish in his younger years, the war with the muggles and his nine centuries of life had changed him. As he approached his destination, a store with a book on its sign, as he entered the store, a bell rang above him. A hunched over man left from behind the counter and approached him. The man had white hair and wrinkles covering his face. His hands had liverspots, with most being on his right hand.

"What do you want, boy?" The old bookstore owner demanded.

"Nothing, just looking around." Harry replied. The old man grunted and turned around, saying,

"Don't break anything." Before disappearing deeper into the shop.

"What a nice guy," was Harry Sarcastic thought.

As he continued browsing through the books. Boredly looking at the titles, he realized that the written language was some sort of ruinic alphabet different than english.

"Huh, glad I took those memories." He thought. While continuing to look through the titles. Picking up a book at random, he saw it was titled Our Savior Galbatorix. Looking at the book, it was obviously a history book. "Good, I need one of these. Let's see what lies this Galbatorix is brainwashing the people with." He thought while picking up another book.

It was a book on what looked like another language. The runes on the front of the book looked like they were flowing together. Just by looking at the alphabet on the cover, it was obviously a different language than the one the robber had known. He saw a couple of books on plants and animals, along with a book titled Surda, the poor folk, and a book on a barbarian group called The Varden. Picking up his selections, he took the books to the counter and sat them down.

The old man turned around.

"Finally done eh about time." He took a look at the titles he stopped on the book about the language for a second. Before he gave the slimiest smile that Harry had ever seen, "That is going to cost you 20 crowns." He said still with the slimy smile.

"Fine." Harry replied. "I recognize that smile. Greedy bastard so you're who my followers have been waiting for me to see. The book on the language must have been a plant to see what I'm looking for, and now that I've picked it up, you call them in so that they have a somewhat legitimate excuse to try and capture me. Good, let's get this ball rolling." He thought.

Reaching into his newly acquired coin purse, he pulled out the right amount, carefully counted it to make sure. Then, he handed it over to the shop owner. Picking up his books, he started heading back to Helens' house. "I've probably got a few days before they make a move. I better have everything done before then."

A few minutes later

"I'm lost." He sighed as he walked passed a herbalist shop for the third time. The shop had a colorful sign and a woman sitting in front. The woman had a short stature with thick, curly brown hair. "Maybe she can point me to Helens house?" He thought.

As he approached the woman, he saw that she was holding a toad in her hand while taking notes with her other. The toad was waving its limbs, trying to wiggle away. Before she poked it with her pen and said, "Stop moving." The toad stopped moving, giving a little croke. "Good," she said with a satisfied smile as she went back to writing.

"Excuse me, can you point me to the healer Helens' house?" He asked.

Not stopping her writing, she replied "I could." amused Harry asked.

"Will you point me to Helens' house?"

"Yes," she replied without looking up from her work. He stood there in silence for a moment trying not to laugh.

Then she looked up and said, "Of course, I'll tell you where Helens house is, but you never asked me. First, you asked if I could, and then you asked if I would." Harry chuckled.

"Very well, let me speak plainly, then which house is the healer Helens house?" He said amused.

"Now we're getting somewhere head down this street. Take a left it'll be the first house on the right." She replied.

"Thank you, I have one more question if you'll humor me?" He asked.

"Why not you should always ask questions its how you learn." The herbalist replied.

"Why are you holding a toad?" He asked.

"I'm trying to prove that toads dont exist, only frogs." she replied.

"That's a noble task." Harry replied. "Though I'm afraid that your efforts will be in vain. Toads can be considered frogs, but not all frogs can be considered toads, leaving them a separate species.

For example frogs are known for relatively big, bulging eyes, while toads can often be recognized by distinctive poison glands located behind their eyes and while frogs have smooth or slimy skin that is moist, toads have thicker, bumpy skin that is usually dry.

The differences in their skin are because of their typical environments.

Frogs spend more time in the water or are usually very close to water while on land, so their skin stays moist. Toads, on the other hand, spend more time on land and travel further from water. Whlie frogs typically have long, strong hind legs that aid them in leaping, toads have shorter hind legs more suitable for walking than hopping.

Another big difference between frogs and toads is that all toads are poisonous, while frogs are not. Toads have parotoid glands behind their eyes that secrete toxins. These toxins permeate their skin, so you can come into contact with them if you pick them up. Not dangerous to humans though a good handwashing will get rid of any poisen on your hands.

It does greatly reduce your chances of finding a toad because you have to keep trying until you find one. Why are you trying to disprove the existence of toads. The main thing that sets them apart from frogs." His eyes widened in understanding.

"Aye, their use in dark rituals." she said, looking pensive at Harry.

"Yes, their use dark rituals, but did you consider that if you did prove that toads dont exist, then it would therefore follow that all the toads used in dark rituals were in fact frogs. Making the work you did just proving that it was frogs and not toads used in the dark rituals." Harry questioned.

"I had not." The herbalist said pensively. "My name is Angela." She said while laughing lightly. "It's been some time since I've had such a stimulating conversation." Harry laughed as well.

"It's been quiet some time for me as well. Luckily, I had a friend who looked into the same question. She even found out that while both toads and frogs lay their eggs in water, frog eggs are typically in clumps, and toad eggs are in lines." Angela's face brightened.

"Really, I would love to meet this friend of yours." She said happily.

"I think she would have liked to meet you too. You two would have gotten along swimmingly." Harry said while staring off with a wistful smile on his face.

"What happened to her?" Angela asked softly.

"She passed quiet a few years ago now." Harry said sadly.

"I'm sorry to hear that she sound like a good person." Angela said softly.

"She was." Harry said with a smile.

"Wont you come in and have a look around?" Angela said as she gathered up her things and released the toad.

"I'd love to." Harry replied. "I actually need some herbs." Angela's eyes lit up.

"Well, then come right on in, let me just put these away, then I'll be back to help you. Feel free to look around in the meantime." She said while gathering up her writing supplies and entering the shop.

"Thank you," Harry replied as he followed her into the shop.

The shop was overgrown and cluttered. It had plants hanging from the ceiling drying. and boxes of stuff stacked up in the corners with pots in the walk ways. Harry browesed through the plants looking for anything he could recognize. After awhile he felt a light legilimency probe agianst the remains of his occlumency sheilds. "I've got to fix those soon" he thought.

As he turned to where the probe was coming from. He saw that sitting on the counter, was a large cat with shaggy black fur and eyes that looked like they were constantly changing colors. "A wampus cat? I never thought I would see one of you again Your race is thought to be extinct."

"I'm not a wampus." The shaggy cat hissed. "I'm a werecat."

"A werecat, so you only turn into a cat when the full moon is out? Do you have a human form?" Harry asked curiously.

"That's none of your business." The cat said as it jumped down, Walking to the door Angela had just walked in from, she looked at the cat as he walked by.

"He says that he talked to you." she said looking up surprised at Harry.

"Talk is a strong word for it." He replied. Angela smiled.

"Solombum rarely talks to people. If he did, it means that you're something special."

"Special, huh in what way?" Harry asked as he continued to look through the plants.

Picking up a small set of snippers, he started taking small cuttings of the ones he found interesting.

"It depends on the person." she said while watching Harry wonder around the shop.

"I trust his judgment on people. Would you like me to read your fortune." she asked while holding up a small innocent looking bag. Harry wasn't fooled for a second he could practically see the magic clinging to the bag.

"No thanks." Harry replied. "I've always found that reading the feature is hardly ever right or worth the trouble."

"Then you've only ever been read by fakes." Was Angela's response. "I can guarantee a completely authentic and accurate reading of course you might not like what you hear."

"Hmm," Harry hummed. "I'm still going to say no."

"If I know what's coming, then that takes the fun out of life." He said while placing the cuttings of the plants he gathered on the counter. Angela laughed.

"True enough." She said as she put the bag reeking of magic away. She then started gathering up the plants and placing them in bags.

"Do you need help finding anything else?

"No, I think that's everything." Harry said, trying to think of anything he had missed.

"Alright, that's six copper." Harry took out a golden crown. "For the stimulating conversation," he said as he sat it on the counter. Angela picked up the coin.

"Thank you for the conversation." she replied.

"It's been a pleasure talking with you." Harry said as he gathered his bags and left the store.

Following Angela's directions back to the healers house. After a few more minutes, he arrived at the house. Calling out to Helen, "I'm back" as he entered and headed back to his room.

"Good, how was the trip?" Helen asked. "It was pretty boring for the most part." He replied, "but I had a pleasant conversation on the way back."

"That is nice to hear, but I was asking about your injuries. Did they start to hurt at all."

"No, they didn't. I felt pretty good, just a little slow getting around."

"That's good." she sighed. "Now, head on back too bed mister you need your rest if you want to fully recover."

"Alright," Harry sighed. "I'm going. I'm going." he said.

Heading up the stairs when he entered the room. He set his bags down, closing the door behind him, and stretched, letting out a relieved sigh as his back popped. "Alright, time to start reading those books." He groaned. Picking up the history book Galbatorix, our savior, and sitting down on the bed.

A couple hours later

He placed the book down. "I see now why this guy is so dangerous. It's only a book, and if I didn't know the truth, I would really believe it. Still, the best lies have some truth to it. From what Death said, he did not lead a revolution against the tyranny of elves and riders. That said, the elves were the creaters of the spell that bound them to the dragons. The humans were added later.

The first logic follows that they felt superior to their human counterparts. It more then likely didn't help that they were at least physically and magically. That would definitely lead to some discrimination against human riders. Still, that's nothing but propaganda about Galbatorix trying to get the people on his side and more than likely successful." He thought.

Sitting up and grabbing The book about the barbarian group, The Varden, and Surda, the poor people. Before laying back down and starting with the barbarian group varden.

When he was finished with the book, he put it down. "Another propaganda book about this group the varden this time labeling them barbarians and raiders that want nothing more then to toppel the kingdom and plung it into chaos so that they can raid and pillage to their hearts content they apparently live somewhere in the beor mountains hiding with the dwarves.

That doesn't help their image living with a non-human species, and in a far away remote location, no one in the kingdom will want to help them unless it benefits them somehow." Then he started on Surda, the poor people. "This book focused on the new kingdom Surda. How Galbatorix in his benevolence allowed them to pull away from the empire but in their short sightedness.

They failed to account for their citizens who all live in dirt huts and are struggling to get enough food to feed themselves while their self-proclaimed king feasts in his halls. When he finished the book, it started to get dark outside. Those were no better. Both were blatanly propaganda agianst this group Varden and country Surda." He thought he sighed while closing his eyes. "I'm too tired for this." He thought. "I'll think about it in the morning." As he laid down, closing his eyes to go to sleep.

Then he groaned as he remembered the other books he had bought today. The books on plants could wait until morning, but the book on the new language could not he might need to understand it soon, and it was better to get a head start on it if possible.

Grumbling, he sat back up and searched around the book pile before finding it close to the door. Where he had apparently dropped it when he was coming into the room. Picking the book up, he headed back to bed, seeing that it was getting too dark to read.

He picked up his wand from the bedside desk and used lumos casting a small light enabling him to see just enough to read. Opening the book he read the first paragraph.

If this language has a name, nobody knows what it is. It is only known to be the language of truth. It is impossible to lie while speaking this language as such, everything will understand what you say even if they don't speak the language. As such, it is the language of magic.

In a dark citadel, a figure rose from the throne they were lazily sitting in the shadowshiding his features. A tall, broad-shouldered, and well built, man appearing to be 40 years in age was revealed as he walked into the light. The man had long facial features, shoulder-length dark hair, dark eyes, and a worn and aged cloak.

"Interesting," he mused to himself. "How did you get here." Turning to the servant hiding in the shadows, he said, "Tell the black hand I have a mission for them." Yes, sire," the servant bowed, backing out the door.

"Just when I was getting close to finishing this batch," he said to the wall behind him. The wall shifted, revealing a massive ice blue eye. A growling sound shook the room. Placing his hand on the black dragon, "Slytha"

The man said as the eye started to close with a struggle as the dragon tried to stay awake.

"Perhaps you're right." The man mused. "They have dropped in effectiveness since Selena died. The Ra'zac as backup should be enough to ensure this new arrival is brought here."