No one would have been able to tell who this young man was; long raven black hair, dressed in black and several piercings. Harry turned and went back to the main strip, where he continued up the street in search of more stores.
'O.K. I think I have enough clothes now,' thought Harry. 'Wow… I kinda look like Snape now… weird…. Anyways, now I can get some furniture and 'toys'.' he thought with a slight giggle. Harry was feeling positively giddy after spending so much money, but not having to worry in the slightest about his funds. He knew he could have a career as a personal shopper in New York, London, Paris, and Los Angeles combined and STILL have enough left as an inheritance for 15 children to fight over. He walked for about 20 minutes through London, just browsing through the windows until he came to a furniture store. There, he walked in and bought a five piece bedroom set, mahogany, like the desk that was in his trunk's office, a leather La-Z-Boy chair and matching couch and loveseat for his library. When the salesman, happy about the commission he knew was coming his way, asked whether Harry would like his items delivered or if he was going to pick them up, Harry froze. 'Uh, oh,' he thought. "Umm… I'll just take them with me now." The salesman looked at Harry with a questioning expression and Harry quickly and discretely waved his wand and non verbally cast obliviate on the man. His eyes glazed over and he said dreamily, "Of course, young man. They're in the back… just take them." He pointed Harry in the right direction and he thanked the man and shrunk his new items and once again, put them in his trunk. Leaving that store, Harry walked into a place that sold electronics and appliances. Walking around, he spent a great deal of time thinking before finally purchasing a desktop computer, a laptop, a microwave, a fridge, a deep freezer, a washer/drier combo set, a stereo, a TV, VCR, DVD player and other little objects for the kitchen he would need. Doing the same thing he did at the furniture store, he obliviated the man and put all his new items in his trunk. He would later go in and set up all his new electronics and figure out how to work them with ease.
Figuring he was pretty much done with muggle London, Harry made his way back to Diagon Alley, trunk and all his new belongings safely stored in the pocket of his leather jacket. No one even spared a second glance as he made his way through the crowded bar. 'Nice,' thought Harry. 'Very nice, indeed!'
Heading back into the alley, he went back to the bank to get more items out of his many vaults. Once again, it was Griphook that took him down. Heading into the vault with the books, he opened his trunk to the library and, with the help of the goblin, started levitating all his books onto the shelves. Realizing he had no clue which books he actually had, he pulled out his brand new PDA and with a little magical tweaking, created a list of every book he now had in his library by title, author, subject, and each had a brief summary. Walking across the hall to the vault with all the furniture, Harry took a quick look around before deciding to have all of it sent to his castle.
"Mr. Evans," called Griphook. "I have just been informed that the will of a Mr. Sirius Black has been unearthed. As it turns out, you are the only person mentioned in it. You inherit all the Black vaults, all his belongings and any properties he may have. Congratulations, sir, you are now officially the richest wizard in the entire world."
Harry's head swam at these revelations. First off, he couldn't believe that Sirius would leave absolutely everything to him. A few tears slipped out of his eyes unbidden and his grief welled up to the surface. After a minute, Harry composed himself and also realized the last thing Griphook had told him. 'THE richest! Oh my…' Harry just stood there, staring at nothing, as Griphook tried with vain to get his attention by waving his hand in front of his face. Out of nowhere, Harry just began to laugh. Harder and harder until he fell onto the floor in hysterics. A few minutes passed before Harry had any semblance of control again. "Sorry about that, Griphook… I just can't even imagine a number that big. It was just a little overwhelming."
"Quite understandable, sir. It has actually happened before," commented the goblin. "Would you like to look through Mr. Black's belongings now, or come back later?"
"Umm… actually, I would like to come back later… he was a close friend and I-I just can't do it yet. But, there is one thing of his I want. That motorcycle he had… is that in one of his vaults?" asked Harry.
"Yes Mr. Evans, right this way," called Griphook, over his shoulder as he was already heading back to the cart.
After getting the bike, shrinking it and putting it in one of his other pockets, as well as refilling his money bags, he left the bank for the final time this visit and headed back into the alley for more shopping. He got many different sized swords, daggers, and throwing knives at a weapons shop, as well as a few muggle automatic and semi-automatic hand guns. Arming himself with a few daggers, he left the shop and walked into Flourish and Blotts. Spending more than an hour perusing the shelves, he made a huge purchase with the help of the list on his PDA, which the attendant stared at blankly before shaking his head and muttering. The next stop was to buy parchment and items he would need for school. Passing by Olivander's, he had a sudden revolution regarding his wand. Since he was destined to fight ol' Voldy-pants, he would need a wand that could fight him. The bell above the door dinged when he stepped across the threshold and looked around. Mr. Olivander was nowhere in sight.
"Umm… Mr. Olivander? Are you back there?" asked Harry as he peered towards the back of the store.
"Yes, yes, I shall be right with you Mr. Potter," a startled Harry heard. 'How the bloody hell had he known it was me! My voice doesn't even sound the same!' Deciding to play it cool, Harry informed the now present Olivander, "Excuse me sir, but my name is Evans, Dimitri Evans. And I am in need of a new wand, this one just isn't working as well for me as it had been."
Olivander peered at the young man, eyeing the wand he was holding and stated, "I told you before, Mr. Potter, that I remember every wand I've ever sold. That wand is tied to you and you alone. The reason behind the alias you supplied me is unknown, however I shall play along. You say you need a new wand, Mr. Evans?" Harry nodded. "Very well then, follow me," said Olivander as he turned on his heel and headed back to the rear of the shop, with Harry in tow. Going through some of the more common woods and wand cores, Harry was starting to get bored and Olivander more excited. "Curious…" whispered the old man as he wandered over to a dusty old cabinet. He unwarded it and unlocked it, pulling out a long, slender wand box. Within, a pure black wand that unlike its case, was extremely shiny and well kept. "Try this one Mr. Evans. African blackwood wand with a very unusual core. Powdered basilisk tooth and a hair off the head of a vampire. Very unusual combination indeed," he rambled as he handed Harry the wand.
If his first wand had given him a warm, fuzzy feeling, then this new wand sent flames through his arm right into his heart and soul. "I'll take this one. How much?" asked Harry.
Mr. Olivander paused. "The thing is, Mr. Evans, that wand has been handed down throughout the generations of my family and you are the first person that has ever gotten the slightest reaction from it. I do not believe that if I kept the wand in the family, it would ever sell. So, I shall give it to you, free of charge Mr. Evans, and good luck."
"Thank you sir," said Harry as he walked out of the man's shop, wand safely in a hidden holster. Even while he wasn't holding it, he could feel its power and how it was drawn to him. This was it… THE wand that would cast the spell that would cause the downfall of the Dark Lord.
Glancing towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley, Harry spied a wizarding tattoo parlour. Arching his eyebrow, he entered thinking, 'Meh, why not?' Leaving a few hours later, now baring several wizarding tattoos that moved around his body like the paintings and photographs do. Currently, his new green snake tattoo was wrapped around his left wrist and scattered around his body, what a muggle would have taken for just tribal tattoos, were markings that would "absorb" most minor hexes and curses. 'Hmmm… that's actually a really cool idea. I'll have to look in my library to figure out how to make more tattoos that will work against darker magic.'
Against his better judgement, Harry also felt it was necessary to make a trip into Knockturn Alley, dodging the dark wizards hiding in the shadows. Entering Borgan & Burkes, he made sure that his scar wasn't visible and began searching through the books against one of the walls.
"How might I be of assistance, Mr…?" asked the slithery Mr. Borgan.
'Uh oh,' thought an alarmed Harry. 'Evans isn't a pureblood name, and I KNOW he's going to expect one!'
"I'm waiting boy," the now irritated co-owner grumbled.
"Snape, sir… Sebastian Snape," blurted out Harry, putting on his best Professor Snape impersonation, complete with the glare.
The store owner gave him a once over before seeming convinced. "Very well, Mr. Snape, what are you looking for today? I didn't know Severus had a son," commented Borgan.
"I've been educated out of country for my life. My mother just recently died and sent me to live with my father. I'm meeting him later on so I must get my purchases made quickly or I'll be late."
"Yes, yes of course young sir. What will you be needing today? Anything at all sir, you just name it and I'll give you a great deal on it, I swear it sir," rambled Borgan.
"What ever, I'll take all these books… just shrink them and I'll take them all now," demanded Harry with a sneer.
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Harry watched Borgan slither off to do as he demanded, all the while thinking, 'Pathetic… no backbone at all'
"Here you are, Master Snape. Give your father my regards," called Borgan as Harry hastily made his way out of the sleazy shop. 'Crazy guy… absolutely mad. Although, keeping this Snape persona could help me around here. I get respect before I have to flash my money.'
Deciding to get back into the relative safety of Diagon Alley, Harry finished up his shopping at his apothecary, getting a wide variety of ingredients for both his new home lab and his trunk lab, as well as many new cauldrons and instruments.
Just as darkness began to set in around him, Harry sighed with exhaustion and finally apparated to his family castle in Scotland.
Ok, yeah, I know, feel free to shoot me… it's been a while but I swear I haven't given up on this fic…thanks to all my reviewers! Luv ya!