The Silent Killer
Disclaimer - I don't own anything that you read here that you recgonise from either JK Rowlings world or CSI. Oh and I disclaim that i realise Rosier is dead and i apologise for confusing anyone. Sorry. He's alive in this chapter.
Chapter One - Who Are You?
When Harry awoke the next morning, he walked to his mirror in his bedroom and gaped at the changes that his body had gone through. There was only one thought running through his mind as he stared at his reflection. Man I look cool!
His hair was now longer, growing to just past his shoulder blades and had dark yellow tips, his ears were pointed at the ends and his skin had become more tanned than it used to be. His eyes were still emerald green, but they also had flecks of gold in them, that made them dance like green fires and he had finally grown a bit more… not much but he was no longer of hobbit proportions and was now a respectable five foot nine.
Grabbing his wand, after he had admired his reflection enough, he decided to cast his first spell out of Hogwarts… well okay that was a lie, but his first spell out of Hogwarts that he wouldn’t get in trouble for. Waving his wand over himself, he made a glamour appear over his ears then checked in the reflection, at least now he looked relatively normal and nothing like the Harry Potter that the wizarding world remembered. He would be able to actually walk into Diagon Alley without being mobbed… it had never happened before, he felt quite liberated.
Shrinking his trunk, he had packed it last night, he placed it in the pocket of his jeans once he had gotten dressed, then was about to leave the room, when he heard a frustrated hoot from behind him. Feeling sure that he had already set out his plan with Hedwig, she seemed to understand at the time, he turned around in confusion and then grinned sheepishly when he noticed the small pile of first that he had acquired in the night.
“Oh right, thanks Hedwig, completely forgot about those. I’ll put them into my trunk and open them when I get home. So you can head off now, you know the house that I am going to choose, Marauder Lodge. I’ll see you there later.” Harry said quietly, and then walked out of his room, whistling cheerfully as he went down the stairs to the kitchen where he truly hoped that the Dursley’s would be, waiting for him to make breakfast probably.
“Boy, make breakfast and then you can leave to go out with Dudley again.” Vernon ordered, making Harry smirk at him and lean against the doorway.
“Er… no Vernon. I don’t think I will thanks. I’m seventeen now and you know what that means in the wizarding world, surely.” Harry asked with a smirk.
“What are you talking about Boy?” Vernon asked, looking at Harry a bit more fearfully, and making Harry cackle evilly in his head.
“I’m allowed to use magic now Vernon, so that means I am going to leave this house and live on my own in my spectacular bachelor pad, watching CSI morning, noon and night. So I will be seeing you, it was erm… lovely living here with you…. I suppose.” Harry said, turning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen, leaving the Dursley’s to gape behind his back.
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Harry walked through Diagon Alley on his way to Gringotts to get the lease for his house, he looked in shop windows, making a mental list of items that he could buy, though he would probably buy most of his stuff, including some food to put in his Carling fridge (the ultimate bachelor item) in his house.
He would also need another pet. He wanted something that he could talk to, so a snake preferably, unless he found out some other hidden skill that he didn’t have and would make the wizarding world fear him even more… besides the ears of course. They didn’t need to know about those… or the fact that when he sneezed as he left the Dursley’s, he set fire to Aunt Petunia’s begonias.
So back to the point. Harry wanted a new pet. He still have Hedwig of course, but she was an owl and had become somewhat too… mothering. For an owl especially, that was quite creepy. Maybe with a pet she would calm down… hopefully.
He stepped inside of Gringotts and walked over to the only available teller. He smiled charmingly at the Goblin and then dropped the smile quickly when the Goblin glared back.
“Erm… yeah, I’d like to see my um… finance consultant.” Harry said, smiling weakly.
“Name?”
“Potter. Harry Potter.” Harry suddenly had a strong urge to say it in a Sean Connery voice. Then had to control himself slightly as he felt a small giggle start to build up in his throat.
“Well then Mr Potter, I suppose you should follow me and I will lead you to Griphook.” The Goblin suddenly seemed to be nicer to him and Harry followed him through the desks and to a large door with gold scripting on it. Oh how he loved having his own family financial advisor that no one else had. Oh how he loved Griphook.
“Welcome Mr Potter, come on in.” Griphook said, opening his door for Harry to enter his office.
“Hey Hey Griphook! How are ya doing! Looking good since the last time I snuck into Diagon and hired you as my advisor!” Harry exclaimed, walking into the office and taking a seat at Griphook’s desk.
“I’m fine thank you Harry. How are you doing? Happy Birthday by the way. Any unexpected changes?” Griphook asked, and Harry assumed he raised an eyebrow at him. Well a large caterpillar above his eye shuffled up his forehead a bit.
“What do you know about me that I don’t?” Harry asked, suddenly suspicious of his frequent drinking partner (he frequently snuck into Diagon and Knockturn Alleys over the summer before his sixth year after a letter from Remus Lupin surprisingly enough.)
“I know a lot of things you don’t. I know how to speak fluent Gobbledegook, I also know-“
“Yes Griphook, I get the point, you are very knowledgeable. I meant, what do you know about me, my family. Why did you ask that about changes?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
“Fine. It’s in your blood. The Potter bloodline and the Evans bloodline. They both had some demon blood in it, and I wondered if it had manifested in you. So did it? I have taken note of your hair and height change, but you could have dyed your hair and most wizards grow somewhat through their magical inheritance.”
“Fine, yes I did change. Want to have a look. You might even be able to tell me what the hell I am.” Harry said and then removed his glamour covering his ears. When he looked up again, he saw Griphook grinning manically at him.
“What?” He asked slowly, caution showing in his eyes.
“You are more powerful than I thought. You’re a fire demon. You will have to train your powers and abilities, as they will begin to manifest pretty quickly, but you shouldn’t really have much difficulty. Now was there anything that you actually wanted to speak to me about?”
“Yeah, I’d like the lease forms for Marauder’s Lodge. I want to live there, so of course that means you are welcome to visit anytime to like, in fact I may decide to throw a poker night at some point. I’ll owl you the details.”
“That sounds great Harry. Prepare to loose of course. Maybe we could up the stales this time?”
“Sure, I’ll be inviting a few others as well, so it won’t be just me this time. Want to bring Rockbrook along with you? He’s pretty good for a laugh.”
“I’ll see if he can make it, when you decide a date of course. So is there anything else you need?”
“Nope, just to get some money out of my vault and grab a few other things for the house, to make it more homely.”
“Like what?” Griphook asked, as they both stood up and Griphook led Harry, who quickly placed the glamour back over his ears, out of his office and down to the carts.
“Oh I dunno yet, I want to see both the Black and the Potter main vaults, just to see if there is anything in them that I might like.”
“Okay then. Well the Potter family isn’t as old as the Black family, so their vault is deeper. We can go to them last. Black family vault first.” Griphook said, climbing into the cart next to Harry and then driving it down at top speed. It wasn’t long before they stopped in front of a very intimidating Vault that made Harry feel like he was five years old again and had just realised that he would be free if he could just open the damned front door. Of course it never worked, but now he would be able to open the metaphorical front door.
“Here we are. Just place your hand on the door and push it. It should open for you.” Griphook said, making Harry grumble about useless Goblins not doing their job, then duck as Griphook took a swing for him.
Harry stepped out of the cart and walked up to the door. He placed his hand on the door and pushed it, feeling a strange sensation flow through him, the door swung open soundlessly and Harry walked in.
Inside, there was the customary pile of gold (which wasn’t actually the true amount, that was in a separate vault, this vault was just for household items and family heirlooms.) and then several items surrounding it. Glancing around, Harry didn’t really see anything that caught his attention except the Family tree, which, amusingly enough he was on. (There was a silver dotted line, as opposed to gold, indicating that Sirius must have adopted him, making him the true Black Heir.)
Grabbing the large Tapestry with the Family tree on it and a portrait of Phineas Nigellus (who promised him that he would not report back to Dumbledore, just so that he could get out of that damned vault and his crazy family members, apparently Arcturus Black’s portrait was quite chatty and just wouldn’t leave him alone.) after he had placed those in his trunk, much to the disgruntlement of Phineas, Harry looked around for the Black family ring, that Phineas advised on him to find.
He found it after to going into what looked like a different room of the vault (he wasn’t actually aware that you could have different rooms in vaults, but he would ask Griphook about it when he left. Might be something interesting to add onto his house, a talking point at least.) and seeing it on a large tableau. Actually, it looked rather plain when placed on said tableau, but Harry wasn’t about to say that out loud.
The ring was made of, what Harry could only assume was Black Gold, only the Black’s would have something as… unusual as Black Gold. It then had the Black Family crest on it in engraved into a strange black stone (it was a Diamond, but Harry wasn’t that good at telling different stones and gems.) Placing it onto his left hand ring finger, it tightened slightly, cutting off the circulation to Harry’s finger and making him go into a slight panic, thinking that it hadn’t accepted him or some such nonsense and was going to squeeze his finger off, before it loosened again and became the right size for his finger. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry looked down at the ring, which seemed much cleaner now and then turned to leave the vault.
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It was a couple of minutes later when Harry and Griphook made it to the Potter vault and this time, Harry knew what he wanted. Well he wasn’t too sure, but he had a vague idea t least, which was better than he had when he went into the Black vault.
Walking in, he again saw the customary pile of gold in the middle of the vault, and then saw the Family Tree Tapestry, which he rolled up and immediately placed into his trunk. He then set about looking for an interesting family member’s portrait that he could bring with him to keep Phineas happy, though just as long as the portrait wasn’t to chatty. Finally he noticed a portrait that seemed to be placed a bit further back than the others, who all seemed too chatty, even for Harry. Though he did notice that a lot of them had pointed ears and strangely coloured hair. One witch, who was too cheerful for her own good, had the customary black Potter hair with bright Pink tips, gods knows what she was, but Harry didn’t want to ask.
The portrait in the corner was of a dark looking wizard with jet black hair that, like Harry, had dark yellow tips, that were almost verging on orange. He had golden eyes with a touch of sapphire blue and tanned skin. He was also wearing a full set of battle robes and had a sword strapped to his back. Underneath the Portrait it just simply said Salazar.
“Um… hello. I’m Harry Potter-Black.” Harry said weakly, to what he thought could possibly be Salazar Slytherin, though he did wonder what he was doing in his family’s vault.
“Hello young Fire Mage. I haven’t seen a Fire Mage such as myself for since my death and none that had come from the Potter family, bar myself of course. What can I do for you?” The wizard in the portrait asked, eyeing Harry with what he assumed was pride in his eyes, though it was very difficult to distinguish that from disgust. Harry was just more optimistic that it was the former.
“I was actually looking for things that I should take with me to my house that I’m moving into. Also I was looking for a portrait that knew what I was and could help me train my abilities and tell me a bit more about myself.”
“Well I can certainly do that better than any of the other portraits. Have you tried to touch anything yet?” The portrait, or Salazar asked, looking pointedly at Harry hands, which were covered with dragon hide gloves.
“Erm… yes. I set fire to the door as I closed it, when I left the Dursley’s. It was quite embarrassing so I am wearing gloves to prevent it from happening again until I can control it.” Harry said, ignoring the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.
“Forget it. You won’t be able to control it and the only thing you will be able to touch without those gloves will be your mate.”
“Mate? Ah crap this is turning into one bad Veela wizarding novel. Hermione and Ginny read them.” He added after seeing the enquiring face of Salazar.
“Maybe so, but at least you won’t have to face the tediousness of courting potential partners. They will have to be something you will get on with and vice versa, though they are normally the complete opposite to you and your element.”
“Okay then. What should I call you by the way?”
“I am Salazar Potter. Founder of the Potter family and Fire Mage Demon.”
“Salazar Potter? I had thought you were Slytherin until then. You’re not related to Slytherin are you?”
“Not myself but you could be. All pureblood wizarding families inter-breed at some point. You yourself have two prominent pureblood families as your last name, which I will ask about at a later date. I though, am a fullblooded Mage Demon that was exiled into the wizarding world. My mate was a pureblood witch but not a demon and that is looked down upon in our home world. Well I say world, but really it’s more of a country.” Salazar muttered, before noticing he had an audience. “Right well, I suppose, seeing as you are worthy, you should have my sword and the true Potter family ring.”
“True family ring? You mean the one that I would have found, isn’t the real one?”
“Oh it’s a real family ring, but it was only commissioned about three hundred years ago when the original just disappeared. That happens sometimes with family rings.”
“So if it disappeared, how will I find it?”
“Because I know where it is. It will be found with my sword, which is in the room next to this.”
“Okay then. I’ll grab them and place you in my trunk if you don’t mind of course. There is another portrait in there that you can talk to if you wish.” Harry said, remembering about Phineas who was still stuffed in there.
“That is fine Young Fireling.” Harry smiled at the slightly odd Demon and mentally wished he would stop with the affectionate terms and use his name, before placing him in his trunk.
He then walked into the room next to the main vault chamber and saw the Potter family ring on the tableau, but knew it wasn’t the real one and thus ignored it in search for the sword. He found it placed on the wall. It was made with black metal and had black cloth wrapped around the hand, which Harry thought looked like it was made of some sort of red stone and looked like solid fire. He swung the sword with less that perfect grace and noticed that the edges of the sword lit up with blue fire when it moved. Stopping and looking at the blade, he shrugged and then placed it back in its sheath, which was made of a hard black material and had images of flames licking the edges.
Happy with it he then looked around it and noticed that on a small, well you could call it a shelf, only it was actually part of the wall, but we will stick with shelf just to stop confusion, was a ring, not dissimilar to the Black family ring in that it had a large stone (a sapphire this time) with the family crest engraved on it, but the gold was rose gold and looked like it had fire trapped inside of it… actually to be honest it reminded Harry of the One Ring in Lord of the Rings, you know, the bit where the council of Elrond is arguing and then the camera pans on the ring and the fire shines around it. Well it was a bit like that. At least that’s what Harry thought.
He placed the ring on his right hand, taking his glove off first, ever careful that it would tighten, and then sighed in relief as all that it did was warm up slightly. Harry placed his gloves back on, looking at the two rings first and then looked around to see if there was anything else he would need. He then noticed two pairs of gloves in a strange material that he didn’t recognise. He grabbed them both and shoved them into the trunk along with the sword and left the family vault.
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Thanking Griphook and reminding him to await his owl for the poker night, Harry walked back out onto Diagon Alley and decided to walk towards Knockturn Alley. He could possibly find a good familiar there.
He had only been in Knockturn Alley for about five minutes when he was almost tripped up by a strange looking black and white cat that was almost all black except that it had a white front and it’s nose was also white. It ran behind him, as though wanting him to protect it, so Harry bent down and picked the cat up, noting how it purred when he rubbed it under the chin.
“Oi! Give me that blasted cat! It needs drownin’ it does!” A man wearing black robes and had greasy black hair, yelled, running up to Harry and making the cat hiss. Harry frowned and stroked the cat to calm it down.
“Why do you want to drown it?” Harry asked, still not moving to give the cat to the man, he had actually become quite attached to it.
“It’s the devil cat that! Weird things happen around it.” The man whispered in a conspiratorial way.
“Er… hello! This is the wizarding world! Weird things happen around kettles! Anyway, you cannot kill something that is not yours.” Harry said, holding the cat to his chest with one hand and taking his glove off his other hand, he smirked darkly when he noticed that his hand looked like it had fire wrapped around it. With a discreet wave of his hand and some wandless magic, he took off the glamour from his ears and looked at the man.
“What are you?”
“This cat belongs to my people… the um… Mage Demons! Satan himself would not be able to save you if you hurt one hair on it’s back… Satan actually wouldn’t want to save you thinking about it. He is quite fond of um… Mr Mistoffelees. Leave now and I won’t make you regret your actions.” Harry said randomly, smiling widely as he watched the man turn a ghostly white and then run back down the Alley where he came from.
Harry then turned down to look at the still purring cat, who had now made himself quite at home, snuggled up into Harry’s robes.
“So then, how do you feel about becoming my familiar and coming to live with me, Mr Mistoffelees?” Harry asked, taking the contented meow and loud purr as an affirmative. Harry smiled down at the cat and then walked back out of Knockturn Alley, having gotten what he had originally gone in there for. Once back in Diagon Alley, he held the cat a bit tighter and then apparated to the location of his new house.
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Harry spent the rest of his birthday, opening presents from his friends, reading letters and cursing himself for not taking the hindsight to buy his schoolbooks whilst he was in Diagon earlier that day. He also became quite acquainted with Flees, which he soon came to realise was not a normal cat by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that the cat could communicate with him mentally or the fact that the cat could also turn into a human for a couple of hours each day, that gave it away. It was probably a component of the two put together.
When he woke up the next day, he saw Flees lying on the bottom of his bed, purring in his sleep, with his tail twitching every so often and smiled, tickling the cat under his chin.
Today he didn’t have much to do, but he was going to put his plan into action tonight, with the help of Flees. Tonight he was going to start his career as a vigilante, taking out Death Eaters.
He was going to have to practice a bit with his powers today just to make sure that he could do the basics, but other than that, it was all sorted out.
He had started learning what his powers were the day before, with the help of Salazar (Call me Sal) and Phineas (Call me anything other than Phineas and your grandchildren will feel the curse.). Of course, being such a young Mage Demon, made him not have quite the control over his powers that he had hoped and learnt that it took more than knowledge of being a demon, to be able to use the abilities.
He could sort of ‘smoke’ into different rooms. Sadly though, he was supposed to be able to travel around and appear from within a column of flames, not smoke. He also couldn’t stop setting things on fire when he sneezed. His method of travel was what prompted Phineas to snigger and rename his species. He was now, according to Phineas and much to the amusement of Sal, a Smoke Demon. Harry threatened to set fire to his frame, which made Phineas burst into hysterical laughter and took him almost half an hour to calm down.
So besides a couple of hiccoughs that made Phineas snicker and tell him that he wasn’t the best of Fire Mage Demons, Harry had gotten the hang of the powers that would help him out the most in his mission. And as Phineas helpfully pointed out through his laughter, if it didn’t work he could always grab the Death Eater and then sneeze on him.
“One good thing had happened however, the gloves that Harry had found in the Potter vault were, apparently, gloves that belonged to Sal and his mate (though his mate didn’t actually need them). It was the smaller pair that fit Harry, but when he wore them, they appeared like a second skin on his hands and his family rings melded through them so that he would be able to show them without having to take his gloves off.
Another thing that they had discovered was that Flees could imitate Harry’s powers, whether in cat-human form or just cat form, making Harry come to the decision to take Flees, in Cat-human form, along with him. Flees wasn’t all that bothered by it, but admitted that it could possibly prove to be fun.
And so, after another day of training and being ridiculed by Phineas, and of course after watching an episode or two of CSI, Harry and Flees were ready to go to the first Death Eater’ house on Harry’s list.
Evan Rosier.
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Chapter One - Who Are You?
When Harry awoke the next morning, he walked to his mirror in his bedroom and gaped at the changes that his body had gone through. There was only one thought running through his mind as he stared at his reflection. Man I look cool!
His hair was now longer, growing to just past his shoulder blades and had dark yellow tips, his ears were pointed at the ends and his skin had become more tanned than it used to be. His eyes were still emerald green, but they also had flecks of gold in them, that made them dance like green fires and he had finally grown a bit more… not much but he was no longer of hobbit proportions and was now a respectable five foot nine.
Grabbing his wand, after he had admired his reflection enough, he decided to cast his first spell out of Hogwarts… well okay that was a lie, but his first spell out of Hogwarts that he wouldn’t get in trouble for. Waving his wand over himself, he made a glamour appear over his ears then checked in the reflection, at least now he looked relatively normal and nothing like the Harry Potter that the wizarding world remembered. He would be able to actually walk into Diagon Alley without being mobbed… it had never happened before, he felt quite liberated.
Shrinking his trunk, he had packed it last night, he placed it in the pocket of his jeans once he had gotten dressed, then was about to leave the room, when he heard a frustrated hoot from behind him. Feeling sure that he had already set out his plan with Hedwig, she seemed to understand at the time, he turned around in confusion and then grinned sheepishly when he noticed the small pile of first that he had acquired in the night.
“Oh right, thanks Hedwig, completely forgot about those. I’ll put them into my trunk and open them when I get home. So you can head off now, you know the house that I am going to choose, Marauder Lodge. I’ll see you there later.” Harry said quietly, and then walked out of his room, whistling cheerfully as he went down the stairs to the kitchen where he truly hoped that the Dursley’s would be, waiting for him to make breakfast probably.
“Boy, make breakfast and then you can leave to go out with Dudley again.” Vernon ordered, making Harry smirk at him and lean against the doorway.
“Er… no Vernon. I don’t think I will thanks. I’m seventeen now and you know what that means in the wizarding world, surely.” Harry asked with a smirk.
“What are you talking about Boy?” Vernon asked, looking at Harry a bit more fearfully, and making Harry cackle evilly in his head.
“I’m allowed to use magic now Vernon, so that means I am going to leave this house and live on my own in my spectacular bachelor pad, watching CSI morning, noon and night. So I will be seeing you, it was erm… lovely living here with you…. I suppose.” Harry said, turning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen, leaving the Dursley’s to gape behind his back.
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Harry walked through Diagon Alley on his way to Gringotts to get the lease for his house, he looked in shop windows, making a mental list of items that he could buy, though he would probably buy most of his stuff, including some food to put in his Carling fridge (the ultimate bachelor item) in his house.
He would also need another pet. He wanted something that he could talk to, so a snake preferably, unless he found out some other hidden skill that he didn’t have and would make the wizarding world fear him even more… besides the ears of course. They didn’t need to know about those… or the fact that when he sneezed as he left the Dursley’s, he set fire to Aunt Petunia’s begonias.
So back to the point. Harry wanted a new pet. He still have Hedwig of course, but she was an owl and had become somewhat too… mothering. For an owl especially, that was quite creepy. Maybe with a pet she would calm down… hopefully.
He stepped inside of Gringotts and walked over to the only available teller. He smiled charmingly at the Goblin and then dropped the smile quickly when the Goblin glared back.
“Erm… yeah, I’d like to see my um… finance consultant.” Harry said, smiling weakly.
“Name?”
“Potter. Harry Potter.” Harry suddenly had a strong urge to say it in a Sean Connery voice. Then had to control himself slightly as he felt a small giggle start to build up in his throat.
“Well then Mr Potter, I suppose you should follow me and I will lead you to Griphook.” The Goblin suddenly seemed to be nicer to him and Harry followed him through the desks and to a large door with gold scripting on it. Oh how he loved having his own family financial advisor that no one else had. Oh how he loved Griphook.
“Welcome Mr Potter, come on in.” Griphook said, opening his door for Harry to enter his office.
“Hey Hey Griphook! How are ya doing! Looking good since the last time I snuck into Diagon and hired you as my advisor!” Harry exclaimed, walking into the office and taking a seat at Griphook’s desk.
“I’m fine thank you Harry. How are you doing? Happy Birthday by the way. Any unexpected changes?” Griphook asked, and Harry assumed he raised an eyebrow at him. Well a large caterpillar above his eye shuffled up his forehead a bit.
“What do you know about me that I don’t?” Harry asked, suddenly suspicious of his frequent drinking partner (he frequently snuck into Diagon and Knockturn Alleys over the summer before his sixth year after a letter from Remus Lupin surprisingly enough.)
“I know a lot of things you don’t. I know how to speak fluent Gobbledegook, I also know-“
“Yes Griphook, I get the point, you are very knowledgeable. I meant, what do you know about me, my family. Why did you ask that about changes?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
“Fine. It’s in your blood. The Potter bloodline and the Evans bloodline. They both had some demon blood in it, and I wondered if it had manifested in you. So did it? I have taken note of your hair and height change, but you could have dyed your hair and most wizards grow somewhat through their magical inheritance.”
“Fine, yes I did change. Want to have a look. You might even be able to tell me what the hell I am.” Harry said and then removed his glamour covering his ears. When he looked up again, he saw Griphook grinning manically at him.
“What?” He asked slowly, caution showing in his eyes.
“You are more powerful than I thought. You’re a fire demon. You will have to train your powers and abilities, as they will begin to manifest pretty quickly, but you shouldn’t really have much difficulty. Now was there anything that you actually wanted to speak to me about?”
“Yeah, I’d like the lease forms for Marauder’s Lodge. I want to live there, so of course that means you are welcome to visit anytime to like, in fact I may decide to throw a poker night at some point. I’ll owl you the details.”
“That sounds great Harry. Prepare to loose of course. Maybe we could up the stales this time?”
“Sure, I’ll be inviting a few others as well, so it won’t be just me this time. Want to bring Rockbrook along with you? He’s pretty good for a laugh.”
“I’ll see if he can make it, when you decide a date of course. So is there anything else you need?”
“Nope, just to get some money out of my vault and grab a few other things for the house, to make it more homely.”
“Like what?” Griphook asked, as they both stood up and Griphook led Harry, who quickly placed the glamour back over his ears, out of his office and down to the carts.
“Oh I dunno yet, I want to see both the Black and the Potter main vaults, just to see if there is anything in them that I might like.”
“Okay then. Well the Potter family isn’t as old as the Black family, so their vault is deeper. We can go to them last. Black family vault first.” Griphook said, climbing into the cart next to Harry and then driving it down at top speed. It wasn’t long before they stopped in front of a very intimidating Vault that made Harry feel like he was five years old again and had just realised that he would be free if he could just open the damned front door. Of course it never worked, but now he would be able to open the metaphorical front door.
“Here we are. Just place your hand on the door and push it. It should open for you.” Griphook said, making Harry grumble about useless Goblins not doing their job, then duck as Griphook took a swing for him.
Harry stepped out of the cart and walked up to the door. He placed his hand on the door and pushed it, feeling a strange sensation flow through him, the door swung open soundlessly and Harry walked in.
Inside, there was the customary pile of gold (which wasn’t actually the true amount, that was in a separate vault, this vault was just for household items and family heirlooms.) and then several items surrounding it. Glancing around, Harry didn’t really see anything that caught his attention except the Family tree, which, amusingly enough he was on. (There was a silver dotted line, as opposed to gold, indicating that Sirius must have adopted him, making him the true Black Heir.)
Grabbing the large Tapestry with the Family tree on it and a portrait of Phineas Nigellus (who promised him that he would not report back to Dumbledore, just so that he could get out of that damned vault and his crazy family members, apparently Arcturus Black’s portrait was quite chatty and just wouldn’t leave him alone.) after he had placed those in his trunk, much to the disgruntlement of Phineas, Harry looked around for the Black family ring, that Phineas advised on him to find.
He found it after to going into what looked like a different room of the vault (he wasn’t actually aware that you could have different rooms in vaults, but he would ask Griphook about it when he left. Might be something interesting to add onto his house, a talking point at least.) and seeing it on a large tableau. Actually, it looked rather plain when placed on said tableau, but Harry wasn’t about to say that out loud.
The ring was made of, what Harry could only assume was Black Gold, only the Black’s would have something as… unusual as Black Gold. It then had the Black Family crest on it in engraved into a strange black stone (it was a Diamond, but Harry wasn’t that good at telling different stones and gems.) Placing it onto his left hand ring finger, it tightened slightly, cutting off the circulation to Harry’s finger and making him go into a slight panic, thinking that it hadn’t accepted him or some such nonsense and was going to squeeze his finger off, before it loosened again and became the right size for his finger. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry looked down at the ring, which seemed much cleaner now and then turned to leave the vault.
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It was a couple of minutes later when Harry and Griphook made it to the Potter vault and this time, Harry knew what he wanted. Well he wasn’t too sure, but he had a vague idea t least, which was better than he had when he went into the Black vault.
Walking in, he again saw the customary pile of gold in the middle of the vault, and then saw the Family Tree Tapestry, which he rolled up and immediately placed into his trunk. He then set about looking for an interesting family member’s portrait that he could bring with him to keep Phineas happy, though just as long as the portrait wasn’t to chatty. Finally he noticed a portrait that seemed to be placed a bit further back than the others, who all seemed too chatty, even for Harry. Though he did notice that a lot of them had pointed ears and strangely coloured hair. One witch, who was too cheerful for her own good, had the customary black Potter hair with bright Pink tips, gods knows what she was, but Harry didn’t want to ask.
The portrait in the corner was of a dark looking wizard with jet black hair that, like Harry, had dark yellow tips, that were almost verging on orange. He had golden eyes with a touch of sapphire blue and tanned skin. He was also wearing a full set of battle robes and had a sword strapped to his back. Underneath the Portrait it just simply said Salazar.
“Um… hello. I’m Harry Potter-Black.” Harry said weakly, to what he thought could possibly be Salazar Slytherin, though he did wonder what he was doing in his family’s vault.
“Hello young Fire Mage. I haven’t seen a Fire Mage such as myself for since my death and none that had come from the Potter family, bar myself of course. What can I do for you?” The wizard in the portrait asked, eyeing Harry with what he assumed was pride in his eyes, though it was very difficult to distinguish that from disgust. Harry was just more optimistic that it was the former.
“I was actually looking for things that I should take with me to my house that I’m moving into. Also I was looking for a portrait that knew what I was and could help me train my abilities and tell me a bit more about myself.”
“Well I can certainly do that better than any of the other portraits. Have you tried to touch anything yet?” The portrait, or Salazar asked, looking pointedly at Harry hands, which were covered with dragon hide gloves.
“Erm… yes. I set fire to the door as I closed it, when I left the Dursley’s. It was quite embarrassing so I am wearing gloves to prevent it from happening again until I can control it.” Harry said, ignoring the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.
“Forget it. You won’t be able to control it and the only thing you will be able to touch without those gloves will be your mate.”
“Mate? Ah crap this is turning into one bad Veela wizarding novel. Hermione and Ginny read them.” He added after seeing the enquiring face of Salazar.
“Maybe so, but at least you won’t have to face the tediousness of courting potential partners. They will have to be something you will get on with and vice versa, though they are normally the complete opposite to you and your element.”
“Okay then. What should I call you by the way?”
“I am Salazar Potter. Founder of the Potter family and Fire Mage Demon.”
“Salazar Potter? I had thought you were Slytherin until then. You’re not related to Slytherin are you?”
“Not myself but you could be. All pureblood wizarding families inter-breed at some point. You yourself have two prominent pureblood families as your last name, which I will ask about at a later date. I though, am a fullblooded Mage Demon that was exiled into the wizarding world. My mate was a pureblood witch but not a demon and that is looked down upon in our home world. Well I say world, but really it’s more of a country.” Salazar muttered, before noticing he had an audience. “Right well, I suppose, seeing as you are worthy, you should have my sword and the true Potter family ring.”
“True family ring? You mean the one that I would have found, isn’t the real one?”
“Oh it’s a real family ring, but it was only commissioned about three hundred years ago when the original just disappeared. That happens sometimes with family rings.”
“So if it disappeared, how will I find it?”
“Because I know where it is. It will be found with my sword, which is in the room next to this.”
“Okay then. I’ll grab them and place you in my trunk if you don’t mind of course. There is another portrait in there that you can talk to if you wish.” Harry said, remembering about Phineas who was still stuffed in there.
“That is fine Young Fireling.” Harry smiled at the slightly odd Demon and mentally wished he would stop with the affectionate terms and use his name, before placing him in his trunk.
He then walked into the room next to the main vault chamber and saw the Potter family ring on the tableau, but knew it wasn’t the real one and thus ignored it in search for the sword. He found it placed on the wall. It was made with black metal and had black cloth wrapped around the hand, which Harry thought looked like it was made of some sort of red stone and looked like solid fire. He swung the sword with less that perfect grace and noticed that the edges of the sword lit up with blue fire when it moved. Stopping and looking at the blade, he shrugged and then placed it back in its sheath, which was made of a hard black material and had images of flames licking the edges.
Happy with it he then looked around it and noticed that on a small, well you could call it a shelf, only it was actually part of the wall, but we will stick with shelf just to stop confusion, was a ring, not dissimilar to the Black family ring in that it had a large stone (a sapphire this time) with the family crest engraved on it, but the gold was rose gold and looked like it had fire trapped inside of it… actually to be honest it reminded Harry of the One Ring in Lord of the Rings, you know, the bit where the council of Elrond is arguing and then the camera pans on the ring and the fire shines around it. Well it was a bit like that. At least that’s what Harry thought.
He placed the ring on his right hand, taking his glove off first, ever careful that it would tighten, and then sighed in relief as all that it did was warm up slightly. Harry placed his gloves back on, looking at the two rings first and then looked around to see if there was anything else he would need. He then noticed two pairs of gloves in a strange material that he didn’t recognise. He grabbed them both and shoved them into the trunk along with the sword and left the family vault.
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Thanking Griphook and reminding him to await his owl for the poker night, Harry walked back out onto Diagon Alley and decided to walk towards Knockturn Alley. He could possibly find a good familiar there.
He had only been in Knockturn Alley for about five minutes when he was almost tripped up by a strange looking black and white cat that was almost all black except that it had a white front and it’s nose was also white. It ran behind him, as though wanting him to protect it, so Harry bent down and picked the cat up, noting how it purred when he rubbed it under the chin.
“Oi! Give me that blasted cat! It needs drownin’ it does!” A man wearing black robes and had greasy black hair, yelled, running up to Harry and making the cat hiss. Harry frowned and stroked the cat to calm it down.
“Why do you want to drown it?” Harry asked, still not moving to give the cat to the man, he had actually become quite attached to it.
“It’s the devil cat that! Weird things happen around it.” The man whispered in a conspiratorial way.
“Er… hello! This is the wizarding world! Weird things happen around kettles! Anyway, you cannot kill something that is not yours.” Harry said, holding the cat to his chest with one hand and taking his glove off his other hand, he smirked darkly when he noticed that his hand looked like it had fire wrapped around it. With a discreet wave of his hand and some wandless magic, he took off the glamour from his ears and looked at the man.
“What are you?”
“This cat belongs to my people… the um… Mage Demons! Satan himself would not be able to save you if you hurt one hair on it’s back… Satan actually wouldn’t want to save you thinking about it. He is quite fond of um… Mr Mistoffelees. Leave now and I won’t make you regret your actions.” Harry said randomly, smiling widely as he watched the man turn a ghostly white and then run back down the Alley where he came from.
Harry then turned down to look at the still purring cat, who had now made himself quite at home, snuggled up into Harry’s robes.
“So then, how do you feel about becoming my familiar and coming to live with me, Mr Mistoffelees?” Harry asked, taking the contented meow and loud purr as an affirmative. Harry smiled down at the cat and then walked back out of Knockturn Alley, having gotten what he had originally gone in there for. Once back in Diagon Alley, he held the cat a bit tighter and then apparated to the location of his new house.
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Harry spent the rest of his birthday, opening presents from his friends, reading letters and cursing himself for not taking the hindsight to buy his schoolbooks whilst he was in Diagon earlier that day. He also became quite acquainted with Flees, which he soon came to realise was not a normal cat by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that the cat could communicate with him mentally or the fact that the cat could also turn into a human for a couple of hours each day, that gave it away. It was probably a component of the two put together.
When he woke up the next day, he saw Flees lying on the bottom of his bed, purring in his sleep, with his tail twitching every so often and smiled, tickling the cat under his chin.
Today he didn’t have much to do, but he was going to put his plan into action tonight, with the help of Flees. Tonight he was going to start his career as a vigilante, taking out Death Eaters.
He was going to have to practice a bit with his powers today just to make sure that he could do the basics, but other than that, it was all sorted out.
He had started learning what his powers were the day before, with the help of Salazar (Call me Sal) and Phineas (Call me anything other than Phineas and your grandchildren will feel the curse.). Of course, being such a young Mage Demon, made him not have quite the control over his powers that he had hoped and learnt that it took more than knowledge of being a demon, to be able to use the abilities.
He could sort of ‘smoke’ into different rooms. Sadly though, he was supposed to be able to travel around and appear from within a column of flames, not smoke. He also couldn’t stop setting things on fire when he sneezed. His method of travel was what prompted Phineas to snigger and rename his species. He was now, according to Phineas and much to the amusement of Sal, a Smoke Demon. Harry threatened to set fire to his frame, which made Phineas burst into hysterical laughter and took him almost half an hour to calm down.
So besides a couple of hiccoughs that made Phineas snicker and tell him that he wasn’t the best of Fire Mage Demons, Harry had gotten the hang of the powers that would help him out the most in his mission. And as Phineas helpfully pointed out through his laughter, if it didn’t work he could always grab the Death Eater and then sneeze on him.
“One good thing had happened however, the gloves that Harry had found in the Potter vault were, apparently, gloves that belonged to Sal and his mate (though his mate didn’t actually need them). It was the smaller pair that fit Harry, but when he wore them, they appeared like a second skin on his hands and his family rings melded through them so that he would be able to show them without having to take his gloves off.
Another thing that they had discovered was that Flees could imitate Harry’s powers, whether in cat-human form or just cat form, making Harry come to the decision to take Flees, in Cat-human form, along with him. Flees wasn’t all that bothered by it, but admitted that it could possibly prove to be fun.
And so, after another day of training and being ridiculed by Phineas, and of course after watching an episode or two of CSI, Harry and Flees were ready to go to the first Death Eater’ house on Harry’s list.
Evan Rosier.
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