Anko feels the life slowly ebb out of her body as she lies on the ground in pain after that bastard Uchiha ripped out her curse seal. Leave it to the snake bastard to make some hidden kill switch on a seal that had no way of removing in the first place. 'Makes sense if I think about i-, FUCK THAT! goddammit, why is there a termination seal for the removal of something that is not meant to be removed?' Anko screams in her head.

Cursing everything about Orochimaru, she says to herself in a soft mumble as she is too weak to talk allowed, "Man, revenge bit me in the ass," Saying her last piece for her life, she felt the last of her life fade and the darkness consume her vision.

White lights burst around her as she wakes up. The undiluted light surrounding her to fill her "eyes". Anko finds she is without a body, but can move around as if she was whole. "If this is the afterlife, I am going to hate my existence until I die again… Hopefully." On this thought, a young girl appears in front of her.

She has long black as night hair, looks to be four, but her body seems to be rich in malnutrition, so four could be six or seven at most. She is whimpering in a ball with what looks to be broken limbs and lacerations coating her back. Seeing the injuries, Anko quickly moves to her side. She herself has taken a whip and belts to foreign ninja to get them to talk, but never to the extent she is looking at. She observe the wounds, 'Amateur, made to cause pain with not a care for markings or death.'

"Hey! Are you okay?!" Stupid question she knew, but it opened the dialogue to learn if she can help. The young girl flinched at the noise and lifts her head. She looks around with a surprised and wondering look at her surroundings but doesn't notice Anko who is standing right over her. 'Must be the whole, no body thing,' Anko mused to herself.

Anko leans down to poke the girl to grab her attention, but when her "hand" makes contact with the girl, her "Body" is pulled towards the girl and into darkness, the girl letting out a long sigh with a death rattle mixed in. A sadly familiar sound in her line of work.

Anko awakens in a large amount of pain that was not there before. Checking herself over, she sees that she has shrunken into the size of a four year old that hasn't eaten a day in her life, nor bathed by the smell. Mini Anko is covered in dried and drying blood, three days old if she guesses right. Under the blood are broken limbs and deep infected cuts. She immediately deduces that she has somehow become the little child that she just saw.

Anko moans from the pain as she sets her pounding head to the floor, the flashing colors around her eyes and nausea tells her of a severe concussion. Before she can stop herself, she falls to sleep on the cold wooden floor inside the darkness.

Scenes flash across her eyes and burn themselves into her brain. The birth of a little girl with emerald eyes. Her growing up around her father, mother, aunt and three jolly uncles. She seems to have inherited her father's messy as hell hair, but what amazes Anko is that the people seem to bend reality on a whim with a stick and some words.

The girl, Iris Potter, is an adorable baby girl who doesn't cry too much, showing a frightful amount of intelligence and learning capability as she is walking and babbling when she should still be crawling around.

The family seems to all be able to shift into their spirit animal, which the mother, Lily, tells the baby that it is called animagus, the highest form of transfiguration, something her aunt teaches at a school for wizards and witches. That is what the reality benders call themselves. Padfoot, her jolliest uncle is around a lot to babysit and he loves turning into a large dog to play with the infant. Iris would ride on his back like a pony when Lily wasn't around. Ankko has to laugh when she sees the time Padfoot was caught with Iris on his back by Lily. The color of her face matched her hair as she lit into the unfortunate prankster.

As Anko watches the year go by, she grows to care greatly for the family as it feels like she is there and the emotions of the baby are her own. Anko never really had a family, so she embraced the warm, loving feeling that spread through her as she watched the family care for Iris… Her so lovingly. Padfoot, or Sirius Black with her father is always playing when they are around. Moony, or Remus Lupin along with her mother are always there to stop the two from acting stupid and influencing their daughter with their negative habits such as the constant rule breaking.

Peter Pettigrew is to the side, smiling and laughing at the scene. He doesn't participate often, but he looks like he enjoys their company, but Anko doesn't really care for the man as he strikes her as a coward. Iris however holds no ill will towards him and like to play with the man whenever he comes over. The man turns into a rat which repulses Anko a bit, but the joy Iris feels when the rat plays with her is enough to get over it and just enjoy the man's timid nature while he tries and plays with Iris. Anko may not think greatly of the man, but she can't say she hates him because his eyes would always light up when he sees the young child.

Iris seems to have been living a grand life until fifteen months in. Anko is aware of a loud noise, a shout and cry from her father, before her mother bursts into the room, looking terrified. In after her comes a Snake like man with red eyes, his likeness to the Snake sannin immediately fills her with hate for the obviously evil bastard.

The mother begs for him to take her instead of Iris, but it is for not and he kills her without remorse. Anko is overcome with immense amounts of loss as she watches her mother fall to the ground, still and pale. The man sneers at the corpse and moves onto the baby. He chants the words, "Avada Kadavra" and a green light comes out of the wand he rose, hitting Iris in the forehead, then it rebounds into the man.

The backfired spell disintegrates his body to ash, leaving a black soul in its spot. The soul screams out its rage and releases all its magic, blowing up the back of the room, fleeing through the newly created hole in the wall. Iris is left alone, crying and bleeding out of her head.

Padfoot comes in frantically a few minutes later. He lets out a whimper at Lily's dead body before picking up Iris while mutter how Pettigrew betrayed them all, how he will end the rat's life. Sirius gives the infant to Hagrid and runs off into the night with a warcry filled with hurt and grief, tainted with bloodlust and madness. The sound of a broken man hell-bent to take a life. "Peter!" His retreating voice roars into the night.

The giant, Hagrid, bundles her up and using a flying motorbike that Anko remembers Sirius driving around in, drives to a suburb where he hands her off to an old man who Lily did not trust, but James respected greatly, but still held the weariness of his wife. Iris's aunt is telling him about how the "muggles" are not good people.

He reassures her that it will be find, that the blood wards will protect the young girl. When the woman tries to argue more to let her take the baby, he raises his wand in a blur and chants, "Oblivate!" "You only knew the Potters and friends as favorite students of yours. The muggles while questionable, leaves you with no doubt that they will take care of Iris." Aunt Minny nods and leaves with a dazed look. Anko mentally freaks as the man basically rewrote the woman's life, erasing that she spent a great deal of time caring for the girl and is even her godmother!

Dumbledore places Iris in a basket with a prewritten note, then leaves after ringing the doorbell. The elder man twists on his heel and popped away using apperation that Iris has seen her family do at times, Remus always complaining whenever he has to do it, says it makes Moony angry. From what Anko can infer, Remus is a werewolf who hates being a werewolf and his inner spirit is really pissed about the restriction the man forces it under.

A horse-faced woman opens the door and with a scowl on her face, she picks the baby up and place her on the table. Her fat husband questioning her on who the baby is. She reads the letter aloud and it is a thinly veiled threat on their lives that they must take care of Iris for her parents are dead or they will be poverty stricken and what not.

That dumbass old man just painted a target on the girl's head! The husband rages and takes the basket, tossing the baby into a cupboard under the stairs. The years pass slowly for Anko and Iris. Iris grows like a bean and is taller than most of her peers, which are Dudley and his friends. While she looks young without food, she is very tall. If by height means age, she is nine at five.

She doesn't go to school as "Freaks don't deserve education like normal people". She did however teach herself to read thanks to her mother already starting the lessons before she died, which also taught Anko how to read and speak the language further. Before, it was a vague understanding, but with her knowledge, she is able to translate Iris's past, making her chuckle on Iris's worse days when she escapes the mental torture of watching a girl she cares about be abused by falling into memories of pranks being retold by her father and Sirius with Moony giving little tidbits or corrections. Since the memories are burning her Anko's mind, she doesn't forget a second of it.

Anko is not afraid to admit that she cries a lot watching over the child be tormented. As the time passed, Anko felt herself growing more and more connected to Iris's emotions, her thoughts also start to filter into her mind and slowly become her own.

Iris seems to do as Anko does as well on a bad day and a smile on her face always makes Anko feel better. When she was an orphan, not much made her smile and her treatment was leagues better than this girl. Following the winters, Iris is almost six at this time.

Her cupboard door is ripped open in the middle of the night, the husband, Vernon, is standing there with a purple hue on his face. Iris tries to crawl away, but Vernon grabs her and pulls off his belt, shouting nonsense about how she made Dudleykins fail his classes. Anko is screaming at the man to stop, the feeling of fear from Iris is slowly suffocating her and making the usually strong ninja whimper in fear.

The smell of alcohol is in the air and then Vernon gave Iris a beating that trumped anything Anko has ever seen and she was task with keeping Naruto alive after the Uchiha massacre as well as being partnered to the biggest sadist in the nation. The man… No. The dog leaves the child bleeding in her room until she grows very still.

Anko knows this is the end of the line for Iris Potter. At this thought, she awakens to a rumbling under her. Darkness surrounds her for hours, in this time, Anko is busy silently crying for the end of such a bright young girl until the rumbling stops. Light is let into the room, which is very tiny. Vernon reaches in and pulls her out of the room, which she finds is the trunk of a car. Something that fascinates Anko, but that is for a later time.

The man throws her to the pavement before getting back into the car and speeding off. Groaning from landing on her multiple wounds, she checks her surroundings and sees she is in the biggest city Anko has ever seen.

It seems she is in an alleyway in the poverty-stricken part of town, judging by the smell and mess around her. She moans in pain as she crawls under some boxes to get more rest. She tries to use chakra to fix some of her wounds, but finds in this world, chakra doesn't exist in her body. What she does find is the magic reserves, or what she believes is her magic reserves.

It feels slightly like chakra but none of the solidity the energy had. It is purely spiritual, not physical. Comforted that while her chakra is gone, something that can bend reality on a whim is set in its place, now she just has to train it to act like chakra in her body.

She makes it to the boxes and pass out from exhaustion. When she wakes, she focus the energy in the many wounds and broken limbs with the sole thought of "Fix this!" The magic fixes her immediately dangerous wounds, but by the time the wound is closed to just a gash instead of chunks missing, she is on the edges of consciousness. "Maybe I should have thought of reserves?" Anko thought as she passed back out into her boxes.

It took many weeks to fix the damage to her body. She skipped a few days to build her reserves by healing the small cuts and such until she could fix the bones without passing out. Well, without finishing that is. Anko mostly trains and fixes herself until she faints. The only time she is moving is to make sure things work and to steal food from people. Mostly the homeless leave her be as she is still covered in weeks old blood and stinks. Anko has already pledged to herself that she will get a bath the first thing after she is fully healed.

In this time, Anko has made a startling discovery, she has her own hair in this body! She may look like Iris Potter, sound like Iris potter, but her eyes, while that is a beautiful emerald, it is also pupil less and her hair near purple! 'I didn't have purple hair at the beginning! Maybe it's because I'm in the body now and not Iris? Maybe I'm like little Tonks and part metamorphgus?' Anko figured out that even if she does have it, it doesn't follow her commands.

After fixing her body up, she starts to train in an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Iris's body is malnourished and has very little to no muscle mass, so she has to start out on a blank slate and push herself to exhaustion everyday, but it gives her something to do.

While exercising, she slowly begins to mold the magic around her muscles, making them work faster, harder and stronger, but it destroys her reserves as she is still a child. On the days when she can barely use magic, she makes her way around the city to explore, sticking to the darkness.

She slowly teaches her small feet how to place themselves to cancel all sound. Moving like a cat in the dead of night, stalking its prey.

She finds a library where she goes every once in a while. Sometimes gangs and drunkards try to attack her as she fills out and cleans up, but she uses her past knowledge and situational awareness to trick the thugs and escape easily. 'Perverts just don't know when to quit,' Anko constantly bemoans to herself. This strategy doesn't always work however.

One day, on the return from the library, midwinter, so it was cold as the snow nation, she is cornered by a drunk gang member. Part of some small time cult type deal. Identifiable with the words Xewon tattooed on their forehead.

"Well, looky here. A little girl, alone in these parts… Well. Give me everything you have girl, clothes, money, everything or I will put a bullet in your head!" He whips out a grey tube with a handle. She read about those. Firearms, the basic modern weapons they use in the world. No one fights with hands or blades anymore, it is all at a range with one of those, but aren't they illegal in these parts? She wonders to herself. 'How would a man of his quality get something that illegal into his hands?'

The thug advances with the gun shaking in his hand, more from the cold and drugs than any fear or nerves. The man gains a lewd look on his face as he stands in front of Anko. He press the barrel on her waist and lifts her jacket up, one she stole at the beginning of winter to keep herself from freezing to death. "That's a pretty face you got th-" his voice is cut off as Anko sprang into action.

She swipes the gun away from her and giving a magic fueled punch, strikes the man as hard as she can in his Adams apple. He falls to his knees choking, dropping the gun he was waving around. Anko picks it up and presses it against the thug's head. "N-N-No!" He chokes out before Anko pulls the trigger. No reason to hesitate, it isn't her first kill or anything.

His brain matter and skull fragments coats the walls of the alley as the gunshot echoes the cold wintery streets of London. She loots his body of anything valuable and stuffs the warm gun down the back of her waistband. Putting her new coat on, she takes all the stray bullets from the pockets and set them in her own before she flees the scene.

Ano can't help but feel a twinge of something in her chest which she remembers to be guilt. 'I guess Iris doesn't like the thought of killing,' Anko muses as she leaves the scene.

She finds that along with her eyes and hair, she kept her uncanny accuracy with anything thrown or fired. Using books from the library, she crafted a reloading table and made bullets from things she stole and found. Not safe, but Anko doesn't really care. She is not strong enough to fist fight adults, no matter how fit she is. If she can't beat them down, then blowing off their legs will do it just fine.

She keeps the gun on her person from then on out whenever she goes out of her warehouse. When she doesn't leave, Anko trains hard enough to make Gai proud, which he would then proceed to shout something about youth and hug someone. "I miss that man," Anko mumbles as she hardens her fists on the concrete walls.

The next few winters pass without fanfare, Anko still training as hard as ever and harnessing her magic to make herself stronger. Nowhere close to what she was, but at least to Chunin level by her fourth winter alone. "Sadly", she rages to herself, "I still can't walk on water or walls with magic, I can make myself punch through concrete, but walking on walls is too much to ask!"

As spring passes, she is finishing up studying Earth's chemistry science. The advances this world has over her own is amazing! They have found the make-up of life! Not even the snake bastard has done that and he was on the ball with everything related to knowledge!

Anko relaxes on her makeshift bed in her casual gear. Ratty loose pants for concealed weapons like her gun in the waist, baggy shirt to help hide the weapons and the jacket that she scavenged off her kill. Around her head is a blue cloth acting as a bandana resembling the forehead protectors without the plates, to hide the scar on her forehead even if her hair does a good job of that already. The hair which is made up like she use to have it with a few clips. The Englishmen give her strange looks when she passes them, but Anko doesn't really care about civilians' opinions.

She suddenly hears dress shoes on the concrete floor of the warehouse. She is in the office, so they won't be able to see her. Rolling off her bed, she lands silently. Anko stalks to the door and peeks out, gripping her pistol from her waist. The man inside her home is a greasy haired male that screams annoyance. He is dressed in a long flowing black robe which reminds her of her family, James always having to wear a combat variant of the robes for his job. What she gathered is that he was part of the equivalent of the Uchiha police force.

She calls out from the office, "What is a wizard doing in my home?" The man jumps at the sudden noise and looks around while taking out his wand. "Put the wand on the ground before I give you a few more holes to breath out of~," Anko sings out, enjoying the look of surprise on the man's face. She doesn't get to surprise too many people anymore.

"Come out you arrogant litt-" Anko draws her pistol and puts a hole into the floor at his feet. She doesn't appreciate being called arrogant in any life.

She steps out of the office with the pistol lazily pointed at the man. "Drop the wand boyo." Mr. Greasy does so and it rolls away from him. 'Ah, the joys of having a round weapon,' Anko thinks to herself as she keeps track of the movement of the stick while watching the man sneer at her. "Thank you, now. How may Anko help you today?"

"I'm here to take you to Diagon alley brat!" Another gunshot, trimming some of his hair with the bullet.

Anko glares at the stunned man, "Call me a gaka again sir greasy! I fucking dare you!" When he is silent, she continues. "I remember my infanthood, so just give me the list, show me where the hell the Leaky Cauldron is because for the life of me I haven't been able to find it for the five years I've lived here, and you can be on your merry way."

The grease man tells her the address, tosses an envelope to the ground and apparates away with a pop. She walks over to the envelope and opens it. Inside is her list, a key she believes is the vault key she heard of and a ticket for platform nine and three-quarters.

She packs her gear for the day up and heads to the address she was given. It takes a few hours to transverse the streets, but she arrives with no incident. The police doesn't bother her as she jut looks like a teen with some bad clothing on. The lack of having a starved face is enough for the police not to bother with her now.

The bar is in the upper middle-class area, which Anko doesn't really explore as the cops would probably mess with her before. 'Morons have it in their head that I want to be put in some orphanage to be abused by the caretakers,' she grumbles to herself inside her head. Opening the door, she sees immediate signs of magic. She makes her way to the man at the counter and grabs his attention. "Hello young one, how can I help you?"

"I need to get to the alley, but the bastard that was supposed to tell me, skipped that step after giving me the address. Can you help me?"

"Oookay… Well, watch closely. You look older than eleven, so I guess no one told you how to get in after your first visit. Kids these days." The bartender taps the wall in a pattern with his wand and it pulls apart to reveal an alley. "Have fun and be careful of Knockturn alley, the hags will probably try to kidnap you if you wander too far in. Nasty creatures they are."

Anko thanks the man and enters the crowded alley. Her first glimpse of it is awe-inspiring, but she keeps a neutral face as she advances into the crowd. She checks her list and goes to the giant bank first. Entering, she sees the goblin guards, first shocked at them, but seeing as magic is real and dress wearing men control it with a thought, goblins are not too farfetched an idea.

Going to a free counter, she ask the teller, "Where would I go in this place to withdraw money from an account?" Anko already knows she has a trust as Lily nagged James until he set it up for her school and she also made him add extra for any books she may have wanted as extra. Lily Evans loved her books and was hoping to pass that love to Anko, which she had anyways thanks to studying jutsu scrolls most of her teenage life. If you do it long enough, you have to love it or it doesn't do you're mentality good.

"Do you have your key on you and the name of the vault you wish to withdraw from?" The bored goblin asked as it sneered at her. Showing all of his grimy teeth.

Anko blinks at the creature, not at all intimidated by his attempt to frighten her, secretly finding the creature adorable for trying to scare her. "Dah, that cute, you think you can scare me!" Okay, not so secretly. "Anyways, yes I do have the key and account. The potter trust vault and here is the key." She hands over the key to the goblin who snatches it, his claws leaving a nice sized cut across her hand.

Withdrawing her hand, she licks it clean as she watches the goblin examine the key and her before nodding. He barks out something in a foreign, growling language. A smaller goblin comes over and snaps to attention in front of the teller. "Take Ms. Potter here to her vault." The teller commands as he passes Anko's key back to her.

The goblin glances over at the girl as she continues to lick her wound closed, weary of using magic in this heavily guarded bank, even if it is just internal. The wound is still bleeding heavily as it slashed a vein, so is blood covering her chin and arm as she watches the goblins with cold eyes. "Follow me if you will." The goblin sets off and Anko follows, her body slightly tense in case of an ambush. The goblins has already shown their colors by harming a child for no reason.

She easily keeps up with the brisk pace until they reach mine carts. The goblin climbs in and beacons her to sit in it as well. She does so reluctantly and the cart takes off at easily Chunin speed down the tracks. Anko silently watches her surroundings, still trying to stop her hand from bleeding as she goes along with the ride.

"You know, going off of my experience so far, I really do not like you guys," Anko says to the goblin in front of her.

"Why is this human? A little wound too much for you?!" He sneers.

Anko glares at the little creature and floods the area with killing intent to the level she had when she died as it is all about will power to kill someone. It's little details in the posture that helps the intent come across, but it is still all will power. The sounds of animals growling and dragons roaring is silenced under the foreign weight of the pressure. "No. I have had many nearly fatal injuries, a little injury is nothing. You have insulted me and tried to scare me even if I have done nothing to antagonize you other than to politely see my vault. The injury is just pure disrespect."

The goblin eyes are bulging and is choking as his throat no longer works. "Do not insult me again goblin or I will show you why I was fear as a true sadist where I come from." The goblin frantically nods as it clutches its throat.

Anko cuts the killing intent and the goblin gasps for breath. After a minute of silence, the cart stops in front of a vault with the same number as on the key. She gets out of the cart and walks to the vault door. Using the key in the keyhole, she opens it and it slides apart, releasing dust and build up of ancient air.

Waving the air away, she walks into the vault and finds piles of gold around her. She grabs a small sack from a pedestal which is marked, "Blood locked gold bag, For Iris only!" She grabs the plain bag and it touches her bloody hand, soaking in some of the blood and glows for a second before settling.

Shaking her head at the magic, she places gold in the bag only to find it is never end. 'Convenient,' Anko muses in her head. She ends up taking a sixth of the vault as she will be needing more than just the basic school stuff. She plans to buy many books on other magicks that catches her interest and now, something like this little bag, but that is made for items instead of gold. Maybe see if they have security enchantments.

Last time she carried around a wallet in the nations, it was stolen of her by some pickpocket during her return from her abandonment. It happened again after a night of drinking with her bed mate five years before she died. Anko hopes that magic will keep that from happening again.

Finishing up her gathering, Anko gets back in the cart and the goblin goes back to the surface. Anko pulls out a galleon and tosses it at the goblin as they make their way back to the entrance. "Be aware goblin, always chose your enemies well, never underestimate them. I may look thirteen," Anko is tall and well-built with very little fat. She looks much older than her real age, "but I have killed hundreds of people and tortured more as a trained assassin. Never judge someone by appearance or they may just come back and rip your fucking balls off then shove them do your throat!" The girl growls as she steps up to tower over the shorter creature before turning on her heels. Anko walks ahead after the sudden sadistic outburst and leaves the bank after exchange some galleons for muggle currency. Her escort hasn't moved a step and is still shivering from the look in Anko's eyes when she confronted him.

Anko heads to the trunk and baggage shop first. In there, she finds a bag that is exactly what she is looking for. A blood locked anti-theft satchel with a feather weight charm on it. She buys it along with a standard one compartment trunk to use for clothing that also has a shrinking enchantment that makes it fit in the bag.

After stashing her new trunk in the bag, Anko heads off to the potion shop to pick up some of her potion requirements. The smell of the various ingredients almost puts her on her ass as she steps into the room. Breathing through her mouth, she quickly found all the stuff she needed and bought them, almost running out of the room to escape the smell once the sale was done.

Next stop is the book store. Going through the list to begin with, she stacks up a small pile of the first year books, but doesn't stop there and grabs all the books they have on internal magics, including the mind arts which reminds her greatly of the Yamanaka clan's techniques. Anko would sometimes wish she was part of that clan just so she could get into the more stubborn prisoners mind and not have to file paperwork to hire one.

The store is deceivingly large and with many shelves, so it takes an hour to gather up the books she wishes to learn about as well as some books on the history of the wizarding world as well as the rest of Hogwarts books for the entirety of the years. 'Why stop at first year stuff?' she rationalized to herself as she added the books to the basket she grabbed to carry the books.

Going up to the front, she pays for the large amount of books and toss the package they were shrunk to into her bag as she leaves the store to continue her shopping.

Heading into the robe shop, she almost sneers at the robes on display. They are just a large piece of cloth that has a head hole in them that goes down to the ankles. Anko could only think, "It is going to be a pain in the ass to draw my weapons out of my clothing under this!" With tears almost in her eyes, she is directed to stand in front of a mirror to get fitted for her robes, which makes no sense as they are going to be loose anyways.

She stands on a stool next to a blond child that looks about her theoretical age. A tailor is also doing his measurements. The child looks her up and down and sneers before turning back to face the mirror. When the woman gets to her waist to measure, she finds Anko's gun. "Deary, what is in your waistline?" Looking back, Anko sees she is looking at the pistol.

"Nothing to worry yourself over ma'am," Anko answers as she pulls the gun out of her waist and puts it in the inside pocket of her jacket. Uncomfortable and with the risk of falling out, she doesn't like it there, but it is only until she is fitted. "Just a little protection in case someone tries to corner me in the street."

"Why would you need protection deary? Your parents should worry about that! Not a sweet little girl like you!" Anko internally howls in laughter when she is called a sweet little girl.

Holding in insane giggles, she answers and thanks to her ninja training, with only a barest hint of amusement in her voice, "Live on the streets. Have no parents to protect me so I have to do it myself. Only have had to kill one would be mugger slash rapist for the gangs to get the message." She lets her amusement show at the end. "Bunch of cowards, those little hooligans are. Scared of one little girl who wasn't even armed at the time."

The tailors freezes their measurements when they hears this and the blond prick next to her gasps. Confused, she looks down at the tailor doing her. She is looking at Anko with a look of fear on her face as well as a mix of pity. When she sees this, she internally gripes, 'Damn pacifist culture! Can't even brag about my skills without being feared for one kill!' Anko sneers at the woman, "Continue to measure woman! I would rather not wear these at all, so I have to finish this while my impulse to get them is still going strong or you will be down a customer!" She jumps and finishes up the measurements before calling an assistant over to get the robes and ring her up.

Anko hops down while placing the gun back in its spot and follows the assistant to the counter to pay. "That will be ten galleons for the set of robes. We have a special for back to school that gives a deal where we can enchant your clothing with Fitting and growth charms. They will grow with you and will always fit just how you like. Just five more galleons."

"Hm. So only one purchase of these robes and never have to be measured again for these stupid things?" The assistant nods with a smile.

"Muggle-born huh. I hate the things too, to be honest. Yeah. We also carry a line of average muggle clothes that we can enchant with these as well. We have a catalogue in the back. The tradionalists don't like to see muggle clothes in their stores, so we can't have them out front."

"I take it and can you toss in a catalogue. If you sell normal clothes, then I'll probably back." Anko hopes that they carry around a nice trench coat that she can grab as well. She misses the article of clothing.

"Thank you for coming and the catalogue is owl order. Just owl us the number of the item, size and if you want, the enchantments and we'll send it to you," the assistant tells Anko as she bags her stuff and shrinks it down for her. "Tap it with your wand when you get one to unshrink them. If not, they will grow back to size in a day."

Anko says her farewell and heads out to her last stop, the wand store. Opening the door, she is greeted by a dusty old shop that seems to be unattended. Walking in a bit, she stretches her senses and hears faint breathing behind her. She whips around and glares where the breath is coming from.

The old man flinches back and walks out of the corner with a frown on his face. 'He must enjoy scaring people,' Anko thought to herself. "Hello, I'm here for my wand." The man just nods silently and sulks over to his shelves.

"Hello miss. I have no recollection of you in my memory, but judging by your stance, you are more of a fighter than a healer, correct?" Anko nods. "Which hand do you aim with?" Anko raises her right and left hand as she makes sure to switch between them whenever she can in training. The old man nods and a tape measure assaults her.

It measures everything. From her finger length to the width of her nose, nothing is safe from the measure. The man absently calls it back and checks it out. Nodding his head once more, the man hands her a wand. Before she could wave it, the old man snatches it out of her hands. "No, no!"

For the next three hours, Anko stands there as the man tests ever wand in the store. Shaking his head, he inspects her and goes to the side, retrieving a dusty box. He pulls out a plain wand that has an aura of light magic around it. Anko immediately knows that it is not going to work at all.

She grabs it and it does nothing for her. The man looks disappointed and puts it back into the pile. He glances around his empty shop until he suddenly clicks his fingers, "Maybe that will work!" He turns to Anko, "I don't care what your answer is, but have you taken any lives?"

Before Anko can temper down her pride, she answers, "I have." The man breaks into a smile and jogs to the back of his store. Anko hears some rummaging until he comes out with a wand that radiates killing intent. A blackish red aura forms around it thanks to how in tune she is with magic. She isn't really that in tune, but enough to see the aura of a truly magical piece if she so choices.

He hands it to her and it summons up shadows and darkness around the shop for an instant, before going back into the wand. "Excellent! I never thought I would be able to sell that one! It is Hawthorn ten inches with blood from a legendary fox demon! The pain it was to obtain the blood almost makes me sad to see it go. Please take care of her That'll be seven galleons and if you want an adjustable holster, three more." She absently tosses the man the price for the wand and holster. She straps the holster to her shin and examines it as she walks out.

The wand is a deep red with runes carved and inlayed with black stones that look to be living shadows. It is a beautiful piece even to her untrained eye. The fox demon blood surprises her, but seeing as she knew the holder of the fox demon back home, it didn't bother her much.

Pleased with everything, she leaves through the Leaky Cauldron back into mundane London where she hikes over to her warehouse. Seeing as it will be another month until school starts, she begins to teach herself how to do the first years spells.