The Silent Killer
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Chapter Two - Bloodlines
Harry appeared in the house of Evan Rosier in a cloud of smoke and looked around discreetly as Flees appeared in a column of fire, looking smugly at a very peeved Harry.
“Alright alright, so you can appear in smoke, but just remember that your powers are imitations of mine, they’re not real.” Harry hissed quietly, and walked to the door in the room they had appeared in, which looked to be the dining room and looked out, Flees following him soundlessly.
“My powers are real enough Smokey. Anyway, you’re just jealous of my beautiful figure and powers.”
“Sure Flees. I want to be just like you, complete with the whiskers coming out of my cheeks and the cute little at ears on top of my head. Yep completely jealous.”
“Well you surely didn’t expect me to turn completely human. That is just weird.” Flees answered him, following Harry as he walked out of the room and silently crept down through the Hallways to find where Evan would be.
They eventually found him in his bedroom, apparently sleeping after a hard day of raids and pillaging.
Harry snickered quietly and then walked over to the bed that Evan was lying on, taking off his gloves he looked over at Flees and smirked evilly, getting an identical smirk in reply as Flees realised what Harry’s intention was.
Harry leant down over Evan and waited for him to come into consciousness slightly. “Goodnight Mr Rosier. See you in hell.” And with that, he calmly placed his hands on the bed sheets and watched as they quickly erupted into flames.
Harry turned his back on the screaming Death Eater and looked at a proud looking Flees.
“Come on then you flea bitten animal. Let’s go back home and tell Phineas and Salazar just how we’ve done.” Harry said, leading the way out of the bedroom.
“Shouldn’t you leave a message or something, like ‘All Death Eaters Beware from Harry.’ It would make them think twice.”
“Sure, but maybe not, from Harry. Kind of stupid to put my real name.”
“True. Smokey?”
“Ooh terrifying.”
“Fine. Bamf.”
“Bamf? No, makes me sound like I’m farting or something. Hows about ‘The Silent Killers.’ It’ll make Rita Skeeter almost combust with excitement.”
“Okay then. Go with your idea. Ignore mine.”
“Well they were stupid.”
“Maybe, but should we take this outside before the house collapses on us?”
“Yep sure.” Harry said and they both quickly ran outside, and watched the sight of Rosier Manor go up in flames. Harry looked around him and then sent a sign in the sky, not too dissimilar than that of the Dark Mark, but this time of a pair of Cat’s eyes, with flames dancing in them. Underneath was a written message that looked to be written in fire:
‘To All Death Eaters,
Your time is up and Judgement is upon you. Ta Ta for now and don’t wait up.
All the best and lots of Love,
The Silent Killers.’
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“So how did it go?” Salazar asked as soon as the two ‘Silent Killers’ appeared in the training room.
“Great! We killed off Evan Rosier and left a nice polite message to the other Death Eaters, telling them that their time is up.” Harry said, collapsing bonelessly into a chair. Facing the two portraits.
“So how did you finish him off?” Phineas asked, curiosity shining in his voice. Harry smirked as Flees said down next to him and stretched in a very cat like manner.
“Oh yeah, it was great! Harry whispered something in Rosier’s ear and then took his gloves off and touched the bed linen. It went up like you wouldn’t believe. It was amazing! And then just to add the piece de resistance he sent up this sign like the Dark Mark except it was a pair of glowing green cats eyes with yellow flames dancing in them! It was brilliant! Of course the message was all my idea.”
“Shut up! I wasn’t going to leave anything because I thought it would be stupid! It’s like leaving evidence!”
“No it’s not! It’s your calling card!” Flees yelled back, rolling his eyes and then huffing and turning back into his cat form.
“Oh sure, take the easy way out. Wimp.” Harry muttered, ignoring the snickering coming from Phineas.
“So besides this little argument. It all went according to plan?” Salazar asked, not even bothering to hide the amusement on his face.
“Yep. I think with the next one, I will try to do something different, but if all else fails then I will just touch them again. It seems effective.”
“Good. So want to continue our conversation of family again?” Salazar asked, getting a nod in reply from Harry, who then transfigured the chair he was sitting in into something more comfortable and smiled as Flees jumped onto his lap and settled down.
“Oh so you’ve forgiven me now?” Harry asked, amusement showing in his voice. Flees answered by butting his head against Harry’s chin and then settling down again and purring deeply.
“So what would you like to know Youngling?” Salazar asked once Harry had gotten comfy.
“What was your family like? I mean, I know you started the Potter Family, but you had a family before that? Are we from an ancient and royal family in the demon world?” Harry asked excitedly, things like this would always happen in wizarding novels (_cough_fanfiction_cough_)
“Er… my family were a bit like the bigoted purebloods in this world and no, they weren’t royal. Actually I don’t think you will like what I could tell you.” Salazar admitted, looking away from an inquisitive Harry.
“Why?” Harry asked slowly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
“Well um… our family was quite well known in the Demon world. Still is I would expect, though I don’t think you would ever want to go there.”
“Why? What were they like?”
“They disowned me, but only me, not any future children, so I suppose if you ever wanted to find them, you could. You’d be welcomed with open arms.”
“So why did they disown you? What won’t I want to hear about them?” Harry asked confused.
“They disowned me because of who, or should I say what, my mate was.” Salazar said, sighing.
“Who was she?”
“He. He was a wizard like I said, and my parents and family despised anything to do with the wizarding world.”
“So they’re like Death Eaters?”
“Yes, they were the demon equivalent to Death Eaters, only much, much worse. With Death Eaters, they just had magic. With Demons, especially the Potters, they had the will of the Gods and the Earth at their finger tips.”
“So they were dark for Demons?”
“Very. If they were Wizards my father, and he would be your grandfather-“
“Wait. Grandfather? There has to have been at least ten, fifteen generations of Potter’s between me and you.”
“Yes, but did you not hear me when I said that you are a pureblood Demon? None of the other Wizarding Potter’s count! You are the current ‘lost’ heir of the Demon Potter line.”
“Lost heir?”
“Yup, that is what they would have named any descendant of mine that was found, as a ‘lost’ heir. Anyway, like I was saying, your grandfather, he would have been Voldemort. If not worse. He wouldn’t have been stopped by a child in any case.”
“Ah. So our family is quite notorious in the Demon world?”
“Yup. They succeeded in their quest as well. Demons with Wizard mates left or were disowned, like myself. There are no impure Demons left in the Demon world anymore.”
“None? Not even Half-bloods?”
“Well if there are, they aren’t admitting to it.”
“Ah. So how many Demons will there be in this world?”
“I don’t really know. Pureblood? You and maybe a couple of others, half-blood or less, fifty, a hundred? I’m not sure. Demons will only show any abilities if they are half-blood and then only about half half-bloods will have a mate. You will definitely have a mate and so your mate will also be one, whether human, half-blood demon or Pureblood.”
“So I still have no choice in this mate thing?”
“Nope, you have a mate so you had better get used to it. You are taking the news of our family quite well.”
“Meh, I’m not exactly light now am I? Killing only a suspected Death Eater? Not an action that one would expect of the Saviour and poster child of the light.” Harry said, shrugging and getting a respectful look from Phineas.
“You seem to be quite worthy of calling yourself a Black, Smokey.” Phineas said, making Harry scowl at the nickname.
“I will ignore the Smokey comment and take the rest as a compliment. Now however I’m going to bed.”
“We watching CSI tomorrow?” Phineas, newly made CSI fan.
“Yup, day off just to catch up on my season six DVD’s!” Harry said, nudging Flees gently to wake him up and then standing up, still holding Flees to his chest.
“They came pretty quickly.”
“Not really. I ordered them at the Dursley’s and got them to be delivered to the Post Office just in the village down the road from here.” Harry told him, yawning softly and then nodding his good night to the two Portraits and then leaving the room with Flees in his arms, sleeping softly.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
The next couple of days went pretty much the same for Harry, going to the Death Eater’s houses at night, well the ones which he knew where they lived anyway. Sadly that did not include any of the Lestrange’s.
During the day he either watched CSI or trained with Flees and the help of Phineas and Salazar.
Today, he had decided that he would be going back to Diagon Alley to buy his schoolbooks and, by recommendation of Phineas, a new wand. Apparently his old one had eleven year-old school boy written all over it.
Tonight he was going to the house of one Death Eater that he definitely knew the address of, of course it did help that he was on such good terms with the Goblins and that the Death Eater who he had decided to pay a visit to that night, had pissed off the Goblins. Never piss of a Goblin. They know far too much about you, for you to get away with it.
Lucius Malfoy was not going to get away with whatever he did to the Goblins. Harry was going to make sure of that… and he got a reward from the Goblins if he succeeded! Bonus!
Now however, he was going to Diagon Alley and Flees was coming with him (in cat form) to keep an eye on him apparently.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Harry walked through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, ducking his head occasionally when he spotted someone that he knew. He had already sent a letter to Dean, Seamus and Neville saying that he would meet them here on the fifth, two days from now.
He hadn’t, however, sent any letters to Hermione and Ron, and sadly they all seemed to be here today to do their shopping. Hopefully, with all the changes that he had gone through, and counting the fact that he had left his ears unglamoured, they wouldn’t recognise him. Also it helped that what he was wearing was a large black robe that billowed around him and made him give off a rather ominous aura.
Flees stalked behind him imperiously, looking as though he owned the place, as Harry swept through the crowds, making shoppers watch him wearily and hide their children behind them. He walked through them, ignoring their muttered comments as he made his way to Florish and Blotts.
Walking in, he noticed that Ron, Ginny and Hermione were all in here buying their books for school. Harry quickly grabbed the books he needed and then headed to pay for them, always making sure that they didn’t recognise him and also discreetly listening to their conversation.
“I can’t believe you though Ron.” Harry heard Hermione say, making Harry cringe at the whinyness of it.
“It wasn’t my fault. Anyway, the twins said they could lend me the money for a new one.” Ron said trying to placate her and stop the storm Hermione.
“Yeah, but didn’t they say that you had to work for them, to pay them off?” Ginny asked, picking up a book she would need and then walking round the other two and over tot eh queue, conveniently behind Harry, who was now sweating slightly.
“True. It shouldn’t be that bad. Well let’s get the books and we can head over there.”
“Actually Ron, can we go to Madam Malkin’s first? I need to get a new winter robe.” Hermione said, making Ron groan.
“Sure, but don’t take too long!” Harry smirked briefly, making a passing woman look at him in shock and then hurry up slightly. He then paid for his books, so he never actually heard where his friends (ish) needed to go and what the twins were buying for Ron.
After he left Flourish and Blotts, he headed straight for Ollivander’s, missing the looks sent his way by the two Weasley’s and Hermione and the muttered whispers about Death Eaters from Ron.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“Smokey! Griphook said you might be coming in here at some point this week! Heard about your inheritance. Pretty cool!” Harry walked into Ollivander’s and was greeted by him very excitedly.
“I don’t even want to know where you heard that nickname.” Harry said groaning.
“You’re right, you don’t want to know. I heard about Rosier and Avery by the way.” Ollivander commented lightly, watching as Harry jumped up and sat on his desk.
“Yep. Has any of it made the Daily Prophet yet?”
“Yes actually. They were both front page in today’s news. They are calling you a vigilante and that they don’t know where you will strike next. Or who for that matter…. Want to share?” Ollivander asked after a moment’s thought.
“Malfoy.”
“Ah, never was very nice. Took his son to some wand maker in Knockturn Alley. Never liked the family. Unlike the Black’s and Potter’s.” He added smiling warmly at Harry and making Harry scoff and roll his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, suck up. So how’s business going?”
“Fine fine. New first years are starting to turn up. None as adorably lost as you of course, and none quite so interesting either.”
“Well I do try.”
“Hmm, I bet. So is there any reason that you are here, my loveable little Demonic friend?” Ollivander asked, sitting down behind his desk and leaning back to look up at Harry.
“I am here, on orders of Phineas Nigellus Black, to get a new wand, and who better to go to, than Mr Ollivander, the best wandmaker in the entirety of the wizarding world! My bestest pal in the whole wide world! My-“ Harry’s small tirade of whatever Ollivander was, was interrupted by the doorbell and Harry’s friends walking in. Well at least that answers what the twins were buying Ron. His third wand.
“Hello Mr Weasley. How may I help you?” Mr Ollivander asked, the three students jumped as they had been looking at Harry (who was still sprawled across the counter lazily and had his hair tucked behind his ears [though his scar was covered by semi-permanent concealer.]) curiously.
“Oh, erm… I need a wand.” Ron said, blushing almost redder than his hair.
“Another wand, Mr Wealsey?” The three teens ignored the snort that came from Harry. “Off of the counter please Smokey.” Harry growled at him, making his eyes flash dangerously and his friends to watch him warily.
“I said don’t call me that. I will find out who told you about that name. I bet it was bloody Flees.”
“Where is Flees?” Ollivander’s asked suddenly, completely forgetting about the three teens waiting for a wand in finding out that the wayward cat was missing.
“I have no idea. Want me to go look for him?” Harry asked, sitting up from the counter and swinging his legs round to jump off.
“Please. And don’t touch anything. Goodness knows what kind of trouble you will get into. We will get your new wand after I have seen to Mr Weasley. You can leave your books behind the counter.” Ollivander added, getting a nod in gratitude from Harry, who placed his books behind the counter and then left through a door that the other three hadn’t noticed before.
“Who is he?” Ron asked, glancing at the door to see if he had returned.
“That is a friend of mine, Smokey.” Ollivander replied absently, wandering through the shelves of the wands and then picking out one and walking back to Ron.
“Is he going to Hogwarts then?” Ginny asked, trying to look at the books he had left behind and then sitting down next to Hermione when she realised that she couldn’t see him.
“Yes he will be. Along with his familiar. He will be in his seventh year. Try this one Mr Weasley. Oak, Dragon Heartstring, good with charms.”
Ron waved the wand and then suddenly there was a large bang from the back of the shop. Ron paled drastically and dropped the wand quickly on the table.
“Whoops!” Harry’s voice came from the back and Ollivander groaned and sat down, waving a hand at Ron to find a seat.
“Smokey! What have you and that blasted cat done!” Harry stumbled out of the back, looking like he had been in the centre of an explosion and smiling sheepishly, holding a completely calm looking cat in his arms.
“Hey Olli.” He said weakly, sitting down, well collapsing down in a chair that Ollivander had conjured up for him.
“What did you do? I told you that I disliked that cat. In letters I informed you that that cat has been terrorising me for years. Why did you have to bring it back in here?” Ollivander asked through gritted teeth.
“Um… I thought you might want to see how good he has become?” Harry asked, shrugging sheepishly.
“Hmm. Do I want to know what you did in the back?”
“No?”
“That’s not right. I do want to know.” Ollivander said, narrowing his eyes at the ashamed looking teen. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were watching this with avid eyes.
“Flees said it would be a good idea to make my own wand because you were busy with these people. He said that to make a good wand you need to mix different wand cores together. Then he said that it would be really fun if we put the feather of an ice phoenix and put some of my blood onto it, just to see what would happen.” The cat in question hissed at Harry indignantly and then jumped off of his lap, changing into a human half way and making Harry groan and put his head into his hands when he heard his friends gasp.
“What! It was your idea to put your blood on the feather of an ice phoenix. I said it was a bad idea!” Flees said, before stopping short and realising what he had done when he noticed the expressions on the three Hogwarts students faces.
“That cat is human.” Hermione said, pointing a shaky finger at Flees.
“I am not!” Flees said indignantly. “I am a cat thank you very much! I’m not human.”
“Flees, shut up. Oh and can I have one of your teeth in this form for my wand.” Harry asked, making Ginny and Ron look at him in awe and Hermione to frown in confusion.
“What do you mean? How can you have his tooth in a wand? They’re already made.” Hermione said, frowning in confusion.
“Smokey here has commissioned a customised wand. I have agreed to it only because he is a close friend of mine. That reminds me, when you find him, bring in your mate for one as well.” Ollivander said, turning to look at a curious Harry, who nodded slowly, frowning.
“Mate?”
“Him?” Ron and Hermione asked at the same time, getting a funny look from both Harry and Ollivander.
“I am not human Miss, so I will have a mate and as for the gender of said mate, what should it matter to any of you?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes at Ron dangerously.
“It’s disgusting! That’s why!” Ron said, sneering at Harry and making Harry flinch inside.
“Er… what are you?” Hermione asked, glaring at Ron to shut him up.
“I’m a Fire Mage Demon, and he is my Familiar, Mr Mistoffelees.”
“Oh. A gelical cat?” Hermione asked, looking at Flees, who snorted, for an answer.
“A gelical cat? Those silly Muggle people dressed as cats and singing about their lives? No. Smokey named me and it stuck, so I got revenge and gave him the name Smokey.” Harry glared at him and then spun dramatically and jumped up onto the counter, making Ollivander sigh and then stand up.
“Right Mr Weasley. Let’s find you your wand shall we?”
“Yeah.” Ron said, still occasionally shooting Harry disgusted looks.
“Erm… could we, perhaps, stay and watch er… Mr Smokey’s [Here Flees and Ollivander sniggered, whilst Harry sulked.] wand being made?” Hermione asked tentatively.
“Well the core of a wand tells you a lot about a person, so that is completely up to Smokey here.”
“Sure, if you really want to watch, but it is pretty boring. I choose the core and wood, Ollivander waves his wand in a fancy move and fuses the core with the wood. That really is it.” Harry said with a shrug. What did he care if Hermione, Ron and Ginny saw what was in his wand. Ron had already made up his mind about him, without even knowing who he was and Hermione and Ginny would probably follow Ron with this when they found out what his wand core would be (Ginny) and what his grandfather is famous for… and called (Hermione).
“Good, glad we have that sorted out, so Mr Weasley. Can you give this a wave please. It’s oak and unicorn hair.” Ron waved it and red and gold sparks shot out of it.
“Ah! Much easier to find a second or even third wand for someone, once we know what works with them.” Ollivander said happily, shooting a brief glare at Flees as he reached for a wand.
“Flees. Stop it, give me a tooth then change back before Ollivander hurts us.” Harry said, making Flees retract his hand quickly and then grumble as he pulled a tooth out of his mouth and handed it to Harry.
“Use it well and I suppose you will want some of my blood as well, to make it work for my familiar?” Flees asked Ollivander, who nodded and waved his wand, making a small jar of blood appear on the table.
“Your familiar? You are my familiar!” Harry said indignantly. Flees smirked at him and then changed back into a cat and jumped into Harry’s arms. “Don’t think that being all cute and cuddly will make me drop this, just you wait until you change back into humanoid form… I don’t care if you prefer the term anthropomorphic personification. It’s too much of a handful to say… just remember that I am the one feeding you… what do you mean Salazar can order the house elves to feed you?... no he can’t… he can’t!” Harry seemingly continued to have an argument with himself as he followed Ollivander, who was shaking his head in exasperation at the two.
“Erm… who are you talking to?” Ginny asked tentatively, looking at Harry as though he had three heads.
“Flees. We have a mental connection with each other and so can communicate with one another, I’m new to the connection so I prefer to speak aloud. Well then Olli, what shall I do first?” Harry asked as they walked into a largish room with shelves filled with bottles and jars of strange objects., though now, a couple of the cores had disappeared along with the shelf, and in its place was a large black blast mark.
“First we choose your wood. Now to do that I will ask a few questions then ask you to sit down on the floor, here and close you eyes as I hand you different pieces of wood. You will know when you find the wood for you.” Ollivander explained, pointedly ignoring the black spot on the wall.
“Okey choke, shall I sit there now then, so you can ask your questions and then move straight on to the testy feely part?” Harry said, sitting down on a small piece of silk on the floor in the middle of the room.
“Yes, seeing as you have decided to sit down. Now then, this should technically be easier for you as we already know each other well so I won’t have to ask too many invasive questions. Now your species helps as well. So I will ask a couple more. What side did your family take in the Great Demon Wars?”
“My grandfather was Lucifer, the Great Earl of Tartarus. He led the Purity fighters and the winning side.” Harry replied, ignoring the gasps of horror coming from the two Weasley’s.
“I thought so. Would you be welcomed back by him?” Ollivander asked carefully, knowing who the other three were and whom they would contact after this. Sadly, these questions had to be asked and Harry couldn’t lie in order to get the best wand.
“Yes. I am the ‘Lost’ heir.” Again there was a gasp from Ron and Ginny whimpered slightly.
Ollivander closed his eyes briefly and winced as he asked the next question, mentally apologising to Harry and jumping in shock when he heard Flees’ voice telling him it was okay.
“What is the name of your Wizarding Families Founding father? Just the first name will suffice.” Ollivander added quickly, glancing at the Weasley’s and Hermione discreetly. Both Weasley’s were white and shaking slightly, whereas Hermione was looking at them in confusion.
“Salazar.”
“Thank you. One last question. What colour is your aura.”
“Black.” At this, Ron backed away quickly and almost knocked over several ingredients from shelves. He probably would have done if not for the spells keeping them up there.
“Right. Will you hold this wood please?” This line of questioning went on for several different pieces of wood that Ollivander handed to Harry one after the other until he stopped and leaned back. Harry opened his eyes and smiled at Ollivander weakly, refusing to look over to see his friends reactions to their discoveries of the mysterious guy they had met at Ollivander’s.
“So then, what wood am I? No innuendoes please!” Harry added, getting a smile from Ollivander and a giggle from Hermione.
“You are in fact two types of wood, so I suppose you will have two thinner layers of wood as opposed to one solid wand. I will put the burnt oak, from the Great Fire of London of 1666 and on the outside I will put the wood of a yew tree found in a graveyard in Greater Tartarus, before the Demon world was closed off the wizards. I believe that it is yours. Being the heir of Tartarus, you deserve it.” Ollivander said, with a regal nod of his head to Harry in respect.
By this point, even Hermione, who was quite good at Latin and thus knew that Tartarus meant Hell, were all quite shaken. Learning that this joker, and friend of Ollivander was the renowned ‘lost’ heir to the Muggle Satan. Well it certainly made them rethink their decision to not write their will when Harry suggested it the year before. Bugger.
“Right now that you have the base of the wand. I am going to ask you some other questions that are slightly different and then I will ask you to hold some different cores. I am thinking that you will need two again to balance out the two types of wood.”
“Okey choke. I’ll just stay down here then shall I?”
“Yes. Okay, so close your eyes and tell me what you erm… imagine I suppose.”
“Alright.” Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow and then closing his eyes.
“What do you feel about Unicorns?”
“Awe.”
“From them?”
“Hate.”
“About Thestrals?”
“Respect.”
“From them?”
“Companionship.”
“About Dementors.”
“Respectful Fear.”
“From them?”
“Primal Fear.”
“About Dragons.”
“Adventure.”
“From them?”
“Next Lunch.” Someone in the room sniggered, but no one admitted up to it later.
“Last one. What do you feel about Basilisks?”
“They are my Guardians.”
“From them?”
“I am their master.”
“Okay them. Hold this for me.” Again the routine of Harry holding several wand cores went on for a couple of minutes, with Harry telling Ollivander what he felt about it. Hermione, Ron and Ginny, by this time, had all shuffled closer to one another, wondering who this strange person, who appeared to be the grandson of Satan, actually was.
“Right then Olli-boy! What’s ma wand like?” Harry asked a couple of minutes later, standing up to stretch his legs and get rid of the pins and needles.
“Well I’ve already told you the wood used, the wand cores are your cat’s tooth soaked in his blood and a basilisk’s, who was guardian of your family for hundreds of years, fang, soaked in his poison and then ground down into a powder. Should be powerful and very good for um… well… technically I should be saying in a very ominous voice, The Dark Arts, but by the feel of it, I would have to say that it will be best with charms strangely enough.” Ollivander said, waving his wand over the wood one last time to merge the powder with the wand.
“At least you didn’t say Divination.” Harry muttered, taking the completed wand from Ollivander and giving it a wave. It produced silver and black sparks making his friends shudder.
“Well then let’s go back to the shop shall we?” Ollivander asked, looking at Harry who nodded, pocketed his wand and then walked back to the front of the shop, the other four following him.
Once they were back in the main shop, Harry picked Flees up from the floor, and looked at Ollivander.
“Right then Mr Weasley, your wand will cost eight galleons then please.” Ollivander asked once Harry had settled back on top of the counter. Ron handed over the money, watching Harry cautiously, then quickly went back to Ginny and Hermione.
“Thank you for letting us watch you make a wand Mr Ollivander, it was very interesting.” Hermione said timidly, getting a nod of agreement from Ginny and a non-committal nod from Ron.
“Oh, Hermione, before you go. Word of advice. GHD!” Harry said, nodding and smiling.
“GHD? How did you know my name?” Hermione asked suddenly, frowning at him suspiciously.
“Oh! Um… Your friend, Weasley said it earlier. I just over heard him.” Harry said, inwardly cursing himself for almost giving himself away.
“Right. Well goodbye. I’m sure we will see you again at Hogwarts. Mr Ollivander said you would be going.”
“Did he now? Well he lied I’m afraid. Kidder that he is. I’m actually too old for Hogwarts, plus they don’t teach demons what they need to know.” Harry said, turning his head to glare at Ollivander, who smirked back.
“Oh, well we might see each other around again then, maybe not. Bye. Bye Mr Ollivander.” And Hermione followed the two Weasley’s out of the wand shop.
“What did you tell them that I was going to Hogwarts for?” Harry asked curiously.
“Why shouldn’t I have?”
“Because they will ask Dumbledore or someone if there is a new student starting, and he will tell them no. It won’t take very long for Hermione to work it out.” Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry then Harry. I did not realise. Well what are you up to now?”
“Me and Flees will be heading back home. Then tonight I will be paying a visit to the Malfoy’s. Should be fun. Look for it in the papers tomorrow.” Harry said, jumping off of the counter and picking up Flees.
“Oh I will. Come by later with your mate remember!” Ollivander added, as Harry and Flees disappeared in a cloud of smoke, making Ollivander cough and waft the smoke away after a while. “Bloody smoke demons.”
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Chapter Two - Bloodlines
Harry appeared in the house of Evan Rosier in a cloud of smoke and looked around discreetly as Flees appeared in a column of fire, looking smugly at a very peeved Harry.
“Alright alright, so you can appear in smoke, but just remember that your powers are imitations of mine, they’re not real.” Harry hissed quietly, and walked to the door in the room they had appeared in, which looked to be the dining room and looked out, Flees following him soundlessly.
“My powers are real enough Smokey. Anyway, you’re just jealous of my beautiful figure and powers.”
“Sure Flees. I want to be just like you, complete with the whiskers coming out of my cheeks and the cute little at ears on top of my head. Yep completely jealous.”
“Well you surely didn’t expect me to turn completely human. That is just weird.” Flees answered him, following Harry as he walked out of the room and silently crept down through the Hallways to find where Evan would be.
They eventually found him in his bedroom, apparently sleeping after a hard day of raids and pillaging.
Harry snickered quietly and then walked over to the bed that Evan was lying on, taking off his gloves he looked over at Flees and smirked evilly, getting an identical smirk in reply as Flees realised what Harry’s intention was.
Harry leant down over Evan and waited for him to come into consciousness slightly. “Goodnight Mr Rosier. See you in hell.” And with that, he calmly placed his hands on the bed sheets and watched as they quickly erupted into flames.
Harry turned his back on the screaming Death Eater and looked at a proud looking Flees.
“Come on then you flea bitten animal. Let’s go back home and tell Phineas and Salazar just how we’ve done.” Harry said, leading the way out of the bedroom.
“Shouldn’t you leave a message or something, like ‘All Death Eaters Beware from Harry.’ It would make them think twice.”
“Sure, but maybe not, from Harry. Kind of stupid to put my real name.”
“True. Smokey?”
“Ooh terrifying.”
“Fine. Bamf.”
“Bamf? No, makes me sound like I’m farting or something. Hows about ‘The Silent Killers.’ It’ll make Rita Skeeter almost combust with excitement.”
“Okay then. Go with your idea. Ignore mine.”
“Well they were stupid.”
“Maybe, but should we take this outside before the house collapses on us?”
“Yep sure.” Harry said and they both quickly ran outside, and watched the sight of Rosier Manor go up in flames. Harry looked around him and then sent a sign in the sky, not too dissimilar than that of the Dark Mark, but this time of a pair of Cat’s eyes, with flames dancing in them. Underneath was a written message that looked to be written in fire:
‘To All Death Eaters,
Your time is up and Judgement is upon you. Ta Ta for now and don’t wait up.
All the best and lots of Love,
The Silent Killers.’
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“So how did it go?” Salazar asked as soon as the two ‘Silent Killers’ appeared in the training room.
“Great! We killed off Evan Rosier and left a nice polite message to the other Death Eaters, telling them that their time is up.” Harry said, collapsing bonelessly into a chair. Facing the two portraits.
“So how did you finish him off?” Phineas asked, curiosity shining in his voice. Harry smirked as Flees said down next to him and stretched in a very cat like manner.
“Oh yeah, it was great! Harry whispered something in Rosier’s ear and then took his gloves off and touched the bed linen. It went up like you wouldn’t believe. It was amazing! And then just to add the piece de resistance he sent up this sign like the Dark Mark except it was a pair of glowing green cats eyes with yellow flames dancing in them! It was brilliant! Of course the message was all my idea.”
“Shut up! I wasn’t going to leave anything because I thought it would be stupid! It’s like leaving evidence!”
“No it’s not! It’s your calling card!” Flees yelled back, rolling his eyes and then huffing and turning back into his cat form.
“Oh sure, take the easy way out. Wimp.” Harry muttered, ignoring the snickering coming from Phineas.
“So besides this little argument. It all went according to plan?” Salazar asked, not even bothering to hide the amusement on his face.
“Yep. I think with the next one, I will try to do something different, but if all else fails then I will just touch them again. It seems effective.”
“Good. So want to continue our conversation of family again?” Salazar asked, getting a nod in reply from Harry, who then transfigured the chair he was sitting in into something more comfortable and smiled as Flees jumped onto his lap and settled down.
“Oh so you’ve forgiven me now?” Harry asked, amusement showing in his voice. Flees answered by butting his head against Harry’s chin and then settling down again and purring deeply.
“So what would you like to know Youngling?” Salazar asked once Harry had gotten comfy.
“What was your family like? I mean, I know you started the Potter Family, but you had a family before that? Are we from an ancient and royal family in the demon world?” Harry asked excitedly, things like this would always happen in wizarding novels (_cough_fanfiction_cough_)
“Er… my family were a bit like the bigoted purebloods in this world and no, they weren’t royal. Actually I don’t think you will like what I could tell you.” Salazar admitted, looking away from an inquisitive Harry.
“Why?” Harry asked slowly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
“Well um… our family was quite well known in the Demon world. Still is I would expect, though I don’t think you would ever want to go there.”
“Why? What were they like?”
“They disowned me, but only me, not any future children, so I suppose if you ever wanted to find them, you could. You’d be welcomed with open arms.”
“So why did they disown you? What won’t I want to hear about them?” Harry asked confused.
“They disowned me because of who, or should I say what, my mate was.” Salazar said, sighing.
“Who was she?”
“He. He was a wizard like I said, and my parents and family despised anything to do with the wizarding world.”
“So they’re like Death Eaters?”
“Yes, they were the demon equivalent to Death Eaters, only much, much worse. With Death Eaters, they just had magic. With Demons, especially the Potters, they had the will of the Gods and the Earth at their finger tips.”
“So they were dark for Demons?”
“Very. If they were Wizards my father, and he would be your grandfather-“
“Wait. Grandfather? There has to have been at least ten, fifteen generations of Potter’s between me and you.”
“Yes, but did you not hear me when I said that you are a pureblood Demon? None of the other Wizarding Potter’s count! You are the current ‘lost’ heir of the Demon Potter line.”
“Lost heir?”
“Yup, that is what they would have named any descendant of mine that was found, as a ‘lost’ heir. Anyway, like I was saying, your grandfather, he would have been Voldemort. If not worse. He wouldn’t have been stopped by a child in any case.”
“Ah. So our family is quite notorious in the Demon world?”
“Yup. They succeeded in their quest as well. Demons with Wizard mates left or were disowned, like myself. There are no impure Demons left in the Demon world anymore.”
“None? Not even Half-bloods?”
“Well if there are, they aren’t admitting to it.”
“Ah. So how many Demons will there be in this world?”
“I don’t really know. Pureblood? You and maybe a couple of others, half-blood or less, fifty, a hundred? I’m not sure. Demons will only show any abilities if they are half-blood and then only about half half-bloods will have a mate. You will definitely have a mate and so your mate will also be one, whether human, half-blood demon or Pureblood.”
“So I still have no choice in this mate thing?”
“Nope, you have a mate so you had better get used to it. You are taking the news of our family quite well.”
“Meh, I’m not exactly light now am I? Killing only a suspected Death Eater? Not an action that one would expect of the Saviour and poster child of the light.” Harry said, shrugging and getting a respectful look from Phineas.
“You seem to be quite worthy of calling yourself a Black, Smokey.” Phineas said, making Harry scowl at the nickname.
“I will ignore the Smokey comment and take the rest as a compliment. Now however I’m going to bed.”
“We watching CSI tomorrow?” Phineas, newly made CSI fan.
“Yup, day off just to catch up on my season six DVD’s!” Harry said, nudging Flees gently to wake him up and then standing up, still holding Flees to his chest.
“They came pretty quickly.”
“Not really. I ordered them at the Dursley’s and got them to be delivered to the Post Office just in the village down the road from here.” Harry told him, yawning softly and then nodding his good night to the two Portraits and then leaving the room with Flees in his arms, sleeping softly.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
The next couple of days went pretty much the same for Harry, going to the Death Eater’s houses at night, well the ones which he knew where they lived anyway. Sadly that did not include any of the Lestrange’s.
During the day he either watched CSI or trained with Flees and the help of Phineas and Salazar.
Today, he had decided that he would be going back to Diagon Alley to buy his schoolbooks and, by recommendation of Phineas, a new wand. Apparently his old one had eleven year-old school boy written all over it.
Tonight he was going to the house of one Death Eater that he definitely knew the address of, of course it did help that he was on such good terms with the Goblins and that the Death Eater who he had decided to pay a visit to that night, had pissed off the Goblins. Never piss of a Goblin. They know far too much about you, for you to get away with it.
Lucius Malfoy was not going to get away with whatever he did to the Goblins. Harry was going to make sure of that… and he got a reward from the Goblins if he succeeded! Bonus!
Now however, he was going to Diagon Alley and Flees was coming with him (in cat form) to keep an eye on him apparently.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Harry walked through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, ducking his head occasionally when he spotted someone that he knew. He had already sent a letter to Dean, Seamus and Neville saying that he would meet them here on the fifth, two days from now.
He hadn’t, however, sent any letters to Hermione and Ron, and sadly they all seemed to be here today to do their shopping. Hopefully, with all the changes that he had gone through, and counting the fact that he had left his ears unglamoured, they wouldn’t recognise him. Also it helped that what he was wearing was a large black robe that billowed around him and made him give off a rather ominous aura.
Flees stalked behind him imperiously, looking as though he owned the place, as Harry swept through the crowds, making shoppers watch him wearily and hide their children behind them. He walked through them, ignoring their muttered comments as he made his way to Florish and Blotts.
Walking in, he noticed that Ron, Ginny and Hermione were all in here buying their books for school. Harry quickly grabbed the books he needed and then headed to pay for them, always making sure that they didn’t recognise him and also discreetly listening to their conversation.
“I can’t believe you though Ron.” Harry heard Hermione say, making Harry cringe at the whinyness of it.
“It wasn’t my fault. Anyway, the twins said they could lend me the money for a new one.” Ron said trying to placate her and stop the storm Hermione.
“Yeah, but didn’t they say that you had to work for them, to pay them off?” Ginny asked, picking up a book she would need and then walking round the other two and over tot eh queue, conveniently behind Harry, who was now sweating slightly.
“True. It shouldn’t be that bad. Well let’s get the books and we can head over there.”
“Actually Ron, can we go to Madam Malkin’s first? I need to get a new winter robe.” Hermione said, making Ron groan.
“Sure, but don’t take too long!” Harry smirked briefly, making a passing woman look at him in shock and then hurry up slightly. He then paid for his books, so he never actually heard where his friends (ish) needed to go and what the twins were buying for Ron.
After he left Flourish and Blotts, he headed straight for Ollivander’s, missing the looks sent his way by the two Weasley’s and Hermione and the muttered whispers about Death Eaters from Ron.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“Smokey! Griphook said you might be coming in here at some point this week! Heard about your inheritance. Pretty cool!” Harry walked into Ollivander’s and was greeted by him very excitedly.
“I don’t even want to know where you heard that nickname.” Harry said groaning.
“You’re right, you don’t want to know. I heard about Rosier and Avery by the way.” Ollivander commented lightly, watching as Harry jumped up and sat on his desk.
“Yep. Has any of it made the Daily Prophet yet?”
“Yes actually. They were both front page in today’s news. They are calling you a vigilante and that they don’t know where you will strike next. Or who for that matter…. Want to share?” Ollivander asked after a moment’s thought.
“Malfoy.”
“Ah, never was very nice. Took his son to some wand maker in Knockturn Alley. Never liked the family. Unlike the Black’s and Potter’s.” He added smiling warmly at Harry and making Harry scoff and roll his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, suck up. So how’s business going?”
“Fine fine. New first years are starting to turn up. None as adorably lost as you of course, and none quite so interesting either.”
“Well I do try.”
“Hmm, I bet. So is there any reason that you are here, my loveable little Demonic friend?” Ollivander asked, sitting down behind his desk and leaning back to look up at Harry.
“I am here, on orders of Phineas Nigellus Black, to get a new wand, and who better to go to, than Mr Ollivander, the best wandmaker in the entirety of the wizarding world! My bestest pal in the whole wide world! My-“ Harry’s small tirade of whatever Ollivander was, was interrupted by the doorbell and Harry’s friends walking in. Well at least that answers what the twins were buying Ron. His third wand.
“Hello Mr Weasley. How may I help you?” Mr Ollivander asked, the three students jumped as they had been looking at Harry (who was still sprawled across the counter lazily and had his hair tucked behind his ears [though his scar was covered by semi-permanent concealer.]) curiously.
“Oh, erm… I need a wand.” Ron said, blushing almost redder than his hair.
“Another wand, Mr Wealsey?” The three teens ignored the snort that came from Harry. “Off of the counter please Smokey.” Harry growled at him, making his eyes flash dangerously and his friends to watch him warily.
“I said don’t call me that. I will find out who told you about that name. I bet it was bloody Flees.”
“Where is Flees?” Ollivander’s asked suddenly, completely forgetting about the three teens waiting for a wand in finding out that the wayward cat was missing.
“I have no idea. Want me to go look for him?” Harry asked, sitting up from the counter and swinging his legs round to jump off.
“Please. And don’t touch anything. Goodness knows what kind of trouble you will get into. We will get your new wand after I have seen to Mr Weasley. You can leave your books behind the counter.” Ollivander added, getting a nod in gratitude from Harry, who placed his books behind the counter and then left through a door that the other three hadn’t noticed before.
“Who is he?” Ron asked, glancing at the door to see if he had returned.
“That is a friend of mine, Smokey.” Ollivander replied absently, wandering through the shelves of the wands and then picking out one and walking back to Ron.
“Is he going to Hogwarts then?” Ginny asked, trying to look at the books he had left behind and then sitting down next to Hermione when she realised that she couldn’t see him.
“Yes he will be. Along with his familiar. He will be in his seventh year. Try this one Mr Weasley. Oak, Dragon Heartstring, good with charms.”
Ron waved the wand and then suddenly there was a large bang from the back of the shop. Ron paled drastically and dropped the wand quickly on the table.
“Whoops!” Harry’s voice came from the back and Ollivander groaned and sat down, waving a hand at Ron to find a seat.
“Smokey! What have you and that blasted cat done!” Harry stumbled out of the back, looking like he had been in the centre of an explosion and smiling sheepishly, holding a completely calm looking cat in his arms.
“Hey Olli.” He said weakly, sitting down, well collapsing down in a chair that Ollivander had conjured up for him.
“What did you do? I told you that I disliked that cat. In letters I informed you that that cat has been terrorising me for years. Why did you have to bring it back in here?” Ollivander asked through gritted teeth.
“Um… I thought you might want to see how good he has become?” Harry asked, shrugging sheepishly.
“Hmm. Do I want to know what you did in the back?”
“No?”
“That’s not right. I do want to know.” Ollivander said, narrowing his eyes at the ashamed looking teen. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were watching this with avid eyes.
“Flees said it would be a good idea to make my own wand because you were busy with these people. He said that to make a good wand you need to mix different wand cores together. Then he said that it would be really fun if we put the feather of an ice phoenix and put some of my blood onto it, just to see what would happen.” The cat in question hissed at Harry indignantly and then jumped off of his lap, changing into a human half way and making Harry groan and put his head into his hands when he heard his friends gasp.
“What! It was your idea to put your blood on the feather of an ice phoenix. I said it was a bad idea!” Flees said, before stopping short and realising what he had done when he noticed the expressions on the three Hogwarts students faces.
“That cat is human.” Hermione said, pointing a shaky finger at Flees.
“I am not!” Flees said indignantly. “I am a cat thank you very much! I’m not human.”
“Flees, shut up. Oh and can I have one of your teeth in this form for my wand.” Harry asked, making Ginny and Ron look at him in awe and Hermione to frown in confusion.
“What do you mean? How can you have his tooth in a wand? They’re already made.” Hermione said, frowning in confusion.
“Smokey here has commissioned a customised wand. I have agreed to it only because he is a close friend of mine. That reminds me, when you find him, bring in your mate for one as well.” Ollivander said, turning to look at a curious Harry, who nodded slowly, frowning.
“Mate?”
“Him?” Ron and Hermione asked at the same time, getting a funny look from both Harry and Ollivander.
“I am not human Miss, so I will have a mate and as for the gender of said mate, what should it matter to any of you?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes at Ron dangerously.
“It’s disgusting! That’s why!” Ron said, sneering at Harry and making Harry flinch inside.
“Er… what are you?” Hermione asked, glaring at Ron to shut him up.
“I’m a Fire Mage Demon, and he is my Familiar, Mr Mistoffelees.”
“Oh. A gelical cat?” Hermione asked, looking at Flees, who snorted, for an answer.
“A gelical cat? Those silly Muggle people dressed as cats and singing about their lives? No. Smokey named me and it stuck, so I got revenge and gave him the name Smokey.” Harry glared at him and then spun dramatically and jumped up onto the counter, making Ollivander sigh and then stand up.
“Right Mr Weasley. Let’s find you your wand shall we?”
“Yeah.” Ron said, still occasionally shooting Harry disgusted looks.
“Erm… could we, perhaps, stay and watch er… Mr Smokey’s [Here Flees and Ollivander sniggered, whilst Harry sulked.] wand being made?” Hermione asked tentatively.
“Well the core of a wand tells you a lot about a person, so that is completely up to Smokey here.”
“Sure, if you really want to watch, but it is pretty boring. I choose the core and wood, Ollivander waves his wand in a fancy move and fuses the core with the wood. That really is it.” Harry said with a shrug. What did he care if Hermione, Ron and Ginny saw what was in his wand. Ron had already made up his mind about him, without even knowing who he was and Hermione and Ginny would probably follow Ron with this when they found out what his wand core would be (Ginny) and what his grandfather is famous for… and called (Hermione).
“Good, glad we have that sorted out, so Mr Weasley. Can you give this a wave please. It’s oak and unicorn hair.” Ron waved it and red and gold sparks shot out of it.
“Ah! Much easier to find a second or even third wand for someone, once we know what works with them.” Ollivander said happily, shooting a brief glare at Flees as he reached for a wand.
“Flees. Stop it, give me a tooth then change back before Ollivander hurts us.” Harry said, making Flees retract his hand quickly and then grumble as he pulled a tooth out of his mouth and handed it to Harry.
“Use it well and I suppose you will want some of my blood as well, to make it work for my familiar?” Flees asked Ollivander, who nodded and waved his wand, making a small jar of blood appear on the table.
“Your familiar? You are my familiar!” Harry said indignantly. Flees smirked at him and then changed back into a cat and jumped into Harry’s arms. “Don’t think that being all cute and cuddly will make me drop this, just you wait until you change back into humanoid form… I don’t care if you prefer the term anthropomorphic personification. It’s too much of a handful to say… just remember that I am the one feeding you… what do you mean Salazar can order the house elves to feed you?... no he can’t… he can’t!” Harry seemingly continued to have an argument with himself as he followed Ollivander, who was shaking his head in exasperation at the two.
“Erm… who are you talking to?” Ginny asked tentatively, looking at Harry as though he had three heads.
“Flees. We have a mental connection with each other and so can communicate with one another, I’m new to the connection so I prefer to speak aloud. Well then Olli, what shall I do first?” Harry asked as they walked into a largish room with shelves filled with bottles and jars of strange objects., though now, a couple of the cores had disappeared along with the shelf, and in its place was a large black blast mark.
“First we choose your wood. Now to do that I will ask a few questions then ask you to sit down on the floor, here and close you eyes as I hand you different pieces of wood. You will know when you find the wood for you.” Ollivander explained, pointedly ignoring the black spot on the wall.
“Okey choke, shall I sit there now then, so you can ask your questions and then move straight on to the testy feely part?” Harry said, sitting down on a small piece of silk on the floor in the middle of the room.
“Yes, seeing as you have decided to sit down. Now then, this should technically be easier for you as we already know each other well so I won’t have to ask too many invasive questions. Now your species helps as well. So I will ask a couple more. What side did your family take in the Great Demon Wars?”
“My grandfather was Lucifer, the Great Earl of Tartarus. He led the Purity fighters and the winning side.” Harry replied, ignoring the gasps of horror coming from the two Weasley’s.
“I thought so. Would you be welcomed back by him?” Ollivander asked carefully, knowing who the other three were and whom they would contact after this. Sadly, these questions had to be asked and Harry couldn’t lie in order to get the best wand.
“Yes. I am the ‘Lost’ heir.” Again there was a gasp from Ron and Ginny whimpered slightly.
Ollivander closed his eyes briefly and winced as he asked the next question, mentally apologising to Harry and jumping in shock when he heard Flees’ voice telling him it was okay.
“What is the name of your Wizarding Families Founding father? Just the first name will suffice.” Ollivander added quickly, glancing at the Weasley’s and Hermione discreetly. Both Weasley’s were white and shaking slightly, whereas Hermione was looking at them in confusion.
“Salazar.”
“Thank you. One last question. What colour is your aura.”
“Black.” At this, Ron backed away quickly and almost knocked over several ingredients from shelves. He probably would have done if not for the spells keeping them up there.
“Right. Will you hold this wood please?” This line of questioning went on for several different pieces of wood that Ollivander handed to Harry one after the other until he stopped and leaned back. Harry opened his eyes and smiled at Ollivander weakly, refusing to look over to see his friends reactions to their discoveries of the mysterious guy they had met at Ollivander’s.
“So then, what wood am I? No innuendoes please!” Harry added, getting a smile from Ollivander and a giggle from Hermione.
“You are in fact two types of wood, so I suppose you will have two thinner layers of wood as opposed to one solid wand. I will put the burnt oak, from the Great Fire of London of 1666 and on the outside I will put the wood of a yew tree found in a graveyard in Greater Tartarus, before the Demon world was closed off the wizards. I believe that it is yours. Being the heir of Tartarus, you deserve it.” Ollivander said, with a regal nod of his head to Harry in respect.
By this point, even Hermione, who was quite good at Latin and thus knew that Tartarus meant Hell, were all quite shaken. Learning that this joker, and friend of Ollivander was the renowned ‘lost’ heir to the Muggle Satan. Well it certainly made them rethink their decision to not write their will when Harry suggested it the year before. Bugger.
“Right now that you have the base of the wand. I am going to ask you some other questions that are slightly different and then I will ask you to hold some different cores. I am thinking that you will need two again to balance out the two types of wood.”
“Okey choke. I’ll just stay down here then shall I?”
“Yes. Okay, so close your eyes and tell me what you erm… imagine I suppose.”
“Alright.” Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow and then closing his eyes.
“What do you feel about Unicorns?”
“Awe.”
“From them?”
“Hate.”
“About Thestrals?”
“Respect.”
“From them?”
“Companionship.”
“About Dementors.”
“Respectful Fear.”
“From them?”
“Primal Fear.”
“About Dragons.”
“Adventure.”
“From them?”
“Next Lunch.” Someone in the room sniggered, but no one admitted up to it later.
“Last one. What do you feel about Basilisks?”
“They are my Guardians.”
“From them?”
“I am their master.”
“Okay them. Hold this for me.” Again the routine of Harry holding several wand cores went on for a couple of minutes, with Harry telling Ollivander what he felt about it. Hermione, Ron and Ginny, by this time, had all shuffled closer to one another, wondering who this strange person, who appeared to be the grandson of Satan, actually was.
“Right then Olli-boy! What’s ma wand like?” Harry asked a couple of minutes later, standing up to stretch his legs and get rid of the pins and needles.
“Well I’ve already told you the wood used, the wand cores are your cat’s tooth soaked in his blood and a basilisk’s, who was guardian of your family for hundreds of years, fang, soaked in his poison and then ground down into a powder. Should be powerful and very good for um… well… technically I should be saying in a very ominous voice, The Dark Arts, but by the feel of it, I would have to say that it will be best with charms strangely enough.” Ollivander said, waving his wand over the wood one last time to merge the powder with the wand.
“At least you didn’t say Divination.” Harry muttered, taking the completed wand from Ollivander and giving it a wave. It produced silver and black sparks making his friends shudder.
“Well then let’s go back to the shop shall we?” Ollivander asked, looking at Harry who nodded, pocketed his wand and then walked back to the front of the shop, the other four following him.
Once they were back in the main shop, Harry picked Flees up from the floor, and looked at Ollivander.
“Right then Mr Weasley, your wand will cost eight galleons then please.” Ollivander asked once Harry had settled back on top of the counter. Ron handed over the money, watching Harry cautiously, then quickly went back to Ginny and Hermione.
“Thank you for letting us watch you make a wand Mr Ollivander, it was very interesting.” Hermione said timidly, getting a nod of agreement from Ginny and a non-committal nod from Ron.
“Oh, Hermione, before you go. Word of advice. GHD!” Harry said, nodding and smiling.
“GHD? How did you know my name?” Hermione asked suddenly, frowning at him suspiciously.
“Oh! Um… Your friend, Weasley said it earlier. I just over heard him.” Harry said, inwardly cursing himself for almost giving himself away.
“Right. Well goodbye. I’m sure we will see you again at Hogwarts. Mr Ollivander said you would be going.”
“Did he now? Well he lied I’m afraid. Kidder that he is. I’m actually too old for Hogwarts, plus they don’t teach demons what they need to know.” Harry said, turning his head to glare at Ollivander, who smirked back.
“Oh, well we might see each other around again then, maybe not. Bye. Bye Mr Ollivander.” And Hermione followed the two Weasley’s out of the wand shop.
“What did you tell them that I was going to Hogwarts for?” Harry asked curiously.
“Why shouldn’t I have?”
“Because they will ask Dumbledore or someone if there is a new student starting, and he will tell them no. It won’t take very long for Hermione to work it out.” Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry then Harry. I did not realise. Well what are you up to now?”
“Me and Flees will be heading back home. Then tonight I will be paying a visit to the Malfoy’s. Should be fun. Look for it in the papers tomorrow.” Harry said, jumping off of the counter and picking up Flees.
“Oh I will. Come by later with your mate remember!” Ollivander added, as Harry and Flees disappeared in a cloud of smoke, making Ollivander cough and waft the smoke away after a while. “Bloody smoke demons.”
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