Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, a bit of other shows and books are involved such as Magic the Gathering, and Naruto (not enough to actually make it a crossover) is used.
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter
Arthur's Note: Surprise, surprise! I'm actually going ahead of schedule this time (at least, I started the day after last chapter was released). However, I must say that while I'm not demanding reviews, I do hope that everyone would give in what they think about this story so far. But I'm still grateful for those of you who do review, and it's for you guys that I'm having this chapter up so quickly! Everyone should give them a round of applause. Anyways, here's the next chapter.
The Gathering Series Book One
The Gathering Twilight
Chapter Twelve:
CryptThe world came to a pause the moment that Harry's hood fell. At least, that's how it seemed like to him. He quickly ducked his head, avoiding that chance that those who haven't seen his scar yet actually seeing it. Thinking fast, he looked around for an inspiration to get out of this mess. It was then that he caught what he though was one of the luckiest breaks in his life.
Goblins, as Professor Binns had tried to teach them before, were very adept at forging weapons and warfare magic. Therefore, it was no surprise that they would have enchanted weapons that glowed a variety of colours from the magic cast on them. The first part of Harry's lucky break was the colour of the enchanted spear. It was red. In addition, since Harry's cloak was wet from the snow that it had gathered, there was a small wet area on the tip of the spear that had taken off his hood.
With this information, Harry had one of what he proudly calls "a flash of brilliance". Quickly clutching the area over his scar as if in pain, he gathered enough green Mana to grow his left index finger nail out into a sharp claw. With that, he pierced through his gloves and added a scratch over his scar so as to make a wound over his forehead to camouflage it. Then he hurriedly cancelled the affects of the green Mana and used a bit of blue Mana to fix his glove.
With that done, Harry pretended to pant a bit from the pain and slowly got up. It didn't matter if anyone else saw him, as long as they didn't recognize him. When he did stand up, he noticed that the teller had got the guards to stand down and was coming towards him with a bit of apprehension in his voice.
Harry also took a look at his surroundings to observe what was going on. To his delight, most people, after seeing his face and not recognizing him, returned back to their businesses. There were still a few that were watching him, including Hannah and Susan, but Harry felt that he had handled things rather well. He guessed that most people who did see his scar passed it off as a trick from the light when they saw the wound on his head.
With all this in mind, Harry turned to the teller with anger carefully displayed on his face. "What is the meaning of this?" Harry all but shouted, as he glared at the goblin. "Is this how the bank treats all their clients?" He continued with a sneer at the now paling goblin.
"Off course not, sir. Please forgive us but… one can never be too careful these days." The goblin replied with something akin to fear in its voice, much to the astonishment of the other goblins and observers watching what was going on. Harry himself was a bit surprised at how the goblin seemed to quiver, but he didn't pay it any thought. "Then would you kindly take me to see a vault manager now?" Harry asked coolly, not wanting any more to do with this particular ground of goblins, but still had to due to his objectives.
"Rig-right this way, please follow me." The goblin stuttered as it turned and headed towards a set of beautiful oak doors to the right of where they were. Harry immediately followed, noticing that Hannah and Susan were acting a bit hesitant as if wonder if they would be able to follow Harry now that he couldn't be followed due to the situation.
Harry smirked a bit to himself as he followed the small creature in front of him through several hallways and sets of stairs. When they finally stopped, it was in front of a pair of marble doors. There was an intricate pattern on the door that Harry guessed might have been some logo or another of the bank. Under the pattern was a small plaque that read "High Counselor Gluttonmole". Harry blinked and stared at the name a bit before being snapped out of his thoughts by the goblin teller. "Please excuse me, mister Potter, and allow me to inform the Counselor of your arrival." With that, the small goblin knocked on the door three times before entering through the doors, making sure to shut them behind him.
Harry stayed there, waiting and contemplating what was going on. He seemed to be thinking and analyzing a lot these days, but he wasn't too concerned with this especially if it results in something beneficial for him. He wondered if all "account managers" were given the rank "High Counselor" such as this Gluttonmole person. It was a bit obvious that the goblin was someone of a notable rank in the goblin world, but he wasn't exactly sure. But, the only thing he can really do at the moment was wait see what was going to happen, and that was what he did.
Harry wasn't too surprised when he realized that the goblin would take quite a long time getting the counselor to see him. What he was surprised with, however, was the sight of a sweaty, pale, and wide-eyed bank teller coming out of the room quickly before settling himself in front of Harry. "Mr. Potter, please enter. High Counselor Gluttonmole will see you now." The goblin seemingly squeaked before scurrying away from him as if he was the plague.
'That was rather interesting,' Harry thought, turning back towards the door and allowed himself in, seeing that there wasn't anyone to show him inside. As he entered, he could feel the tense atmosphere of the room and it's sole inhabitant. There appeared to have been a conflict of some sort quite recently before Harry entered the room, which led him to believe that there was some sort of silencing charm placed either on the doors or the room itself.
Before he could ponder any of this, however, he knew that he should concentrate more on the matter at hand. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I have heard of your ill treatment by bank teller Gobbels. On behalf of this bank, we give you our sincerest apologies." The goblin, which Harry noticed was dressed rather well, spoke with an honest tone of voice. Harry gave a slight nod to indicate that the apology was accepted, took a seat that Gluttonmole gestured to. "I trust that you are here for a thorough claim of all of the vaults, titles, and properties that are yours by right since you have recently come of magical maturity? (1)"
Harry nodded again; not feeling compelled to speak since the goblin was doing well on his own so far. At this gesture, the goblin broke out into a hearty laugh, apparently amused by something Harry had no knowledge of. "It has been a while since I've last met a wizard who hasn't made a complaint within the first five minutes of meeting me." At this, Harry raised an eyebrow, though more to show that he was confused than anything else. "But you have not wronged me, and you have already apologized for the behaviour of your subordinate, so I do not believe I have a reason to complain. Though I would like it if we can get to business, I do have other matters to attend to after all." Harry spoke, letting a bit of Voldemort's Slytherin side influence him a bit in the form of a more elegant speech.
The goblin nodded, suddenly turning serious and opened one of probably many drawers from the desk. Rummaging around for a bit, Gluttonmole took out an old-looking scroll and set it in front of Harry. He then proceeded to break its wax seal and unrolled the parchment for Harry to see. On it was a list of thousands of family names in alphabetical order.
The goblin took a look at Harry's slightly curious expression before starting an explanation. "This is a list of all of the families that have a vault in Gringotts. Even if the families are no longer existent, as long as they had a vault here, their names are automatically recorded on this scroll." As he said this, he produced a dagger much like the one Gobbels had earlier. "Taking this dagger, please place a drop of blood on that small mark there at the bottom of the scroll." Here, Gluttonmole pointed to a small gold circle on the scroll with an engraved "G" on it.
Harry did as he was told, smearing a drop of blood onto the circle. The instant this had happened, almost a third of the names had glowed. Harry looked at it curiously, having a slight idea of what all of this meant. Instead of voicing his suspicions, however, he stayed silent and waited for Gluttonmole to explain. After all, it wouldn't do for him to say something stupid by accident and cause the goblins to for one reason or another forbid him from his inheritance. Though Harry didn't truly care about it, he didn't want to fail Dumbledore's "mission" and what would be the consequences of that (ironically, he can't imagine what the consequence would be like).
"The family names that reacted to your blood is all of the families that you are now head of, and as such you are now in sole possession of all belongings, titles, and other properties previously owned by the past family heads." Gluttonmole said with a small smirk playing on his lips. Harry blinked a few times, looking at the scroll. He couldn't say that he was surprised, and with good reason too.
It was when he was still being introduced to his Legio Donum, that he had asked the question most relevant to the situation at hand. Simply put, Harry had asked if he had any more of these "Donums", wondering if there was a chance that one ancestor or another might have had another ability. It wasn't that he was greedy for more power, but he wanted to know his full arsenal when the time came to fight, whether against Voldemort or some other Dark Wannabe. Dumbledore's answer surprised him at the time, which was the reason he wasn't surprised now.
He had told him that his blood contained many significant abilities including all of the ones that were deemed "significant". This added up to around a dozen or two of such abilities. Dumbledore had proceeded to explain that the rest of the wizarding populace had hunted down most bloodlines with rare and useful abilities. The ending result was Harry along with a few other families that managed to keep their abilities either by hiding them or being too powerful to be hunted by the general populace.
Harry had also asked what he meant by "significant" abilities, to which Harry was given a small, yet very amusing lecture. He learned that most pureblood families had an ability of some sort, though not all of them were very… well… significant. For example, he learned that Crabbe and Goyle, very closely related families, used to have a very powerful ability called the "Corpus Donum", the Body's Gift (2). As the name implies, the two families' members all had large bodies, sometimes muscular, sometimes… pleasantly plump.
However, the gift had deteriorated, as defects began to form within the families recently. That is, the gift began to deteriorate the brain of the members of the two families in order to have more tissue (through some magic or another that Harry didn't understand) for the bodies of Crabbe and Goyle family members. Such a "gift", no doubt, was not something that would be in any way useful to Harry.
That was about all that Dumbledore told him though, and Harry was disappointed, wondering if there were any other such defects in the Pureblood Hierarchy, for lack of a better word. The last thing that Dumbledore had told Harry with regards to this issue was that as the subsequent heir to all of these blood gifts, Harry was also now the sole heir to quite a few families, including (Harry wasn't surprised) the Hogwarts founders, Merlin, Morgan Le Fay, and many such famous wizards and witches.
Before Harry could comment, however, Dumbledore shot down any attempts that Harry might have had at gaining an ego (he really didn't have any such attempts in the beginning, but Dumbledore probably liked his voice too much to notice that). He had finished off saying that Harry was only in such a case because it was arranged this way. Apparently, the founders, along with all of his other ancestors, were under the command of the same… thing… that Dumbledore was apparently serving.
As such, this leader of sort orchestrated, in a way, the birth of Harry. Therefore, there was no beautiful coincidence in which everyone was happy and was in love and the most powerful people just happened to love each other. No, this was the work of some cruel dictator, that held its own will above the rest. This was especially proven when Harry remembered one of the muggle legends of Merlin and Morgan being siblings yet still had their son, Mordred. It made sense really, if they were, for reasons unknown to Harry, subservient to a common master who then commands them to create an heir for said master's goals.
This also raised the question of who this "master" was, as it (Harry didn't believe it was a person, so there was no point trying to guess the gender of this entity) would have had to live or at least exist in some form ever since all that time ago. That was a different matter, as Harry realized now that he was lost in thought again and had to ask the goblin in front of him to repeat what it had said prior.
"I said," replied Gluttonmole, "that we have prepared a tome with an account of all of your possessions, including all properties, artifacts, businesses, titles, and so forth." Here, the high counselor gestured to a medium sized black book that was in a fairly new condition. The book was most likely brought in by another goblin while Harry wasn't paying attention, but he really didn't care at the moment. Harry nodded silently and took the offered item.
"We have also taken several liberties with your vaults and properties, as instructed by your magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore," Gluttonmole said slowly, waiting for Harry's reaction. Instead of an indignant outburst of some sort, Harry looked merely raised an eyebrow, already used to the deceased headmaster's manipulative tendencies. "What, pray tell, would those… liberties be?" Harry inquired, wonder what the conniving old man had done this time, also wondering if this "mission" was in actuality a test to see how much Harry will bend to Dumbledore or his master's will.
"It is nothing too important, but we should probably address the most significant issues first. That being said, I am sure that I do not need to remind you that you are now the head of quite a few wizarding families?" Questioned the goblin, once more looking at Harry with interest. After all, what goblin wouldn't be interested in such an obviously powerful, influential, and, most importantly, rich person of the wizarding society?
Harry nodded in silence once again, wonder what Dumbledore had to do with his status of being the family head of all those families. Granted, he was the only member of those families, but that only made him more important to those bloodlines. "We have arranged for a fusion family of sorts, as I have no doubt that you would rather not be addressed with dozens of family names. As such, all of the vaults have been combined into one giant one sorted into sections of artifacts, books, gold, and so forth. What you now have the choice of, however, is if you want to create a new family name to represent all of the families you carry with your blood, just as you represent the families in person."
Gluttonmole paused a bit, as if to think about whether to say more, but decided against it and see Harry's response first. Speaking of the boy-who-lived, Harry considered what was said. It was obvious a good idea to have a new identity, and creating a new name did appeal to him, as his changes made him no longer felt like "Harry Potter". He was thinking about what name to call his new family that seemed to contain the blood of so many others.
He wanted something to relate to all of the individual families, but knew that wasn't very wise. So he decided to honour the two most important names to him. Those were Potter and Black. Therefore, he felt that he might as well honour his only father figure in his life that wasn't made-up or dead. With that said, he decided on the name Crypt.
He had originally started with Black-Potter, but decided to play a small pun with the actual literal translations of the two surnames. A potter was a craftsman, and Black, at that moment, reminded him of death. Well, more specifically, it reminded him of Sirius's death, but it was death nonetheless. So following that line of thought, Harry went from "Bone" to "Grave" to "Headstone" before finally ending on his chosen name, Crypt.
Harry told of his approval to the suggestion of creating a new family name and told the goblin of his choice for a family name. If Gluttonmole was disturbed by the dark tone of the name, he didn't show it. Instead, he gave what seemed to be a smile before handing over some papers for Harry to sign along with where to write his new family name.
With the name settled, Gluttonmole took out a rather large briefcase and opened it facing Harry. In the case were dozens of beautifully crafted rings. Some were more expensive than others. Some were more beautiful than others. Some were magical. Some were shiny. However, all of them had one thing in common. They bared the family crests of the many families. Harry had realized this when he saw the familiar crest of Slytherin.
Gluttonmole took Harry's pause in examining the rings as his cue to explain what he was doing. "With the combination of the families, the family rings will have to be combined as well. We have arranged for an expert goblin jewels-smith to combing all of these into one ring. Is that acceptable?" Harry's attention snapped up from his observation of the rings and nodded once more, not wanting to waste any words through a verbal response. After all, his silence was working pretty well so far… right?
The high counselor snapped his crooked fingers as another goblin arrived to take the case of family rings. "With that done," Gluttonmole said, "is there anything else I can help you with?" The tone, while pleasant, was definitely faked. Harry inwardly sighed as he realized that he couldn't answer this without a verbal response. "Yes please, I would like to check out my vaults, if that is all right." He replied, hoping he didn't forget anything.
Gluttonmole nodded before getting up and opening a drawer and retrieving a simple elegant silver vault key. He passed it to Harry, before gesturing for the wizard to follow him. They walked to an adjacent room, where Harry saw many runes laid out in a circular fashion on the ground. Weary of his past experiences with such circles, Harry eyed the floor a bit before coming to a stop as the goblin in front of him did as well.
Here, Gluttonmole turned to address Harry. "This is the only way to get into the oldest vault in the European branch of Gringotts. Once we have been there once, you can use your key as a portkey that is specified for your use to enter the vault whenever you need. To use it, simply smear some of your blood into the key and mutter "Greed" to activate it. Repeat the process once in the vault, and you'll be returned to your former location. Should you need to communicate with a goblin, merely ask for one while in the vault and a goblin should be there shortly for your tasks."
That said, Harry watched as the goblin said some quick incantations before a blinding golden light engulfed them and they soon found themselves in front of a large double set of doors. There was a "C" stylized in a bloody and dark manner that marked the doors, which Harry felt very suitable for his new name. What he didn't know was that the original purpose of the mark was to represent the fallen Wizard-city Camelot.
Approaching the doors, his guide motioned for Harry to open the doors. Harry pressed his left hand on the doors and suddenly felt a powerful probing sensation throughout his entire body. With an eerie red glow from the "C" mark, the doors opened surprisingly without a sound. Harry was in a chamber with one door in front and to each side of him. Of course, there was also the open door to his back. Here, Gluttonmole coughed to get Harry's attention.
"The defense of this vault are outside," he said, gesturing to beyond the open doors behind Harry, who turned to see nothing but darkness and the small patch of a floor that he and the goblin had stood on when they first arrived. "From here on, it is all safe. At least, it is for you. The door to the left contains all of the gold in your possession, including billions of galleons, and the odd collection of sickles and knuts. The one to the right are all of the books and artifacts from the various family vaults. The middle door leads to more artifacts, though these are all family heirlooms and were personal weapons and belongings of your ancestors. Another door connected to the back of the middle room leads to the final room with a full collection of magical creatures' eggs, and a variety of resources for forging, potion making, and so forth."
Harry nodded a bit, taking everything in. He really shouldn't be surprised, what with knowing everything beforehand, but it was still, at the very least, exciting to be told of all of the riches now in his possession. However, before he could get lost in thoughts about how he could literally swim in pools of gold, Harry steered his train of thought forcefully back towards his task set by Dumbledore.
"Do you have any means for me to access my money without visiting my vault continuously? More importantly, though, I need the method to be able to hide my identity. It wouldn't be beneficial for me to let everyone know about my presence whenever I am making a purchase, now would it?" Harry asked Gluttonmole. The goblin paused to think for a little while, before reaching into some inner pocket or another. He mumbled something, and Harry could hear a small pop from where Gluttonmole was reaching.
Withdrawing his hand, Gluttonmole took out a small pouch and handed it over to Harry. Seeing the inquisitive glance the wizard was sending him, the goblin explained the use of the item. "Within that pouch is an infinite amount of smaller pouches. Take one of those pouches, channel a bit of magic, and say the amount of money you need along with what currency you need it in if it is muggle money. The pouch would then be suddenly filled with the required amount. This way, should you need to pay a large amount of gold, all you need to do is to simply hand over the pouch. Many stores are aware of how this works, and should accept it. If not, simply dump the contents of the bag onto the counter."
Harry nodded in understanding. "That is all, I think I can go on from here by myself." Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, Gluttonmole bowed slightly before disappearing with another popping sound. Harry quickly turned towards his vaults, preparing to go through his possessions.
Several hours later…
Harry found himself at the doors of Gringotts after he had used his vault key to get himself out. He was beyond tired from his time in the vaults. He had to use the Tome of Selection's auto-record ability while he looked through everything else. He had no other choice since there were too many books for him to be able to look over which ones he wanted. The jewels, gold, and most other things he mostly took a slight glance towards and didn't really touch them. Rather, Harry started heaving every weapon, magical and otherwise, into the bag that Dumbledore had given him.
He also did not touch any of the heirlooms as he set those aside. Part of the reason was that everything was on display (with accompanying tags to identify the objects) and arranged so elegantly that it felt like he was in a museum. He couldn't really bring himself to touch the items. The other part of the reason was that Harry didn't want to use weapons and tools that previously belonged to his ancestors. Sure, the various wands, staves, and other items were tempting in their power, but Harry knew that the items wouldn't suit him as much as it would their original owners. Besides, this defeated the purpose and fun of finding weapons that would respond best to him.
Speaking of which, Harry had found one weapon in the artifact vault, not an heirloom that was used by a previous ancestor, which seemed to be rather attached to him. It was unsurprisingly a blade, almost identical in shape with Frostmourne, but this one Harry was allowed to touch. Well, at least Dumbledore didn't tell him he couldn't touch it. The sword's handle and sheath were silver with gold trim and black rune-like markings. The blade was a shining light blue with a misty white aura and similar coloured runes. Looking carefully, Harry could make out the words "Finis Venatio" on the blade. "End Game" was a fitting name for it, he had decided.
After strapping on the weapon and making sure to hide it from side, Harry ventured into the vault containing magical eggs and potions ingredients. He didn't feel any particular need to hatch anything there, and he didn't have any potions that he was planning on making, so he left everything there as well. What Harry did do, however, was remind himself to look for Hedwig when he had the time, since he had not seen his familiar ever since the Hogwarts incident.
Noticing that it was now early morning, and the snowstorm had only lessened, and not stopped, Harry drew his cloak closer to him as he made his way through every bookstore open. He also noted happily that Susan and Hannah were no longer there, and he went through the stores with too much trouble. He had to, in a way, ask the Tome of Selections which books he should be that the tome didn't already include. The tome produced a list at each store of books that weren't copied into it and Harry went about buying it with relative easy.
He felt no desire to visit any of the other shops, though he did visit an old-fashioned smith-like shop right after entering Knockturn Alley. The shop, while having several impressive magical weapons, held nothing of importance to Harry. However, there was something that caught his eye. In the light armors section, Harry spotted what appeared to be medium length metal plates attached to bandanas and ribbons. Questioning the shopkeeper, he learned that those were forehead protectors for those that did not want to use the conventional helmet.
Harry had observed the items a bit before coming to a decision. Because of the simplicity of the items, the shopkeeper offered to make Harry a custom one for a slightly increased price. The process to make it was also relatively quick. After discussing the possible enchantments and materials, Harry commissioned his own forehead protector.
The metal was to be made from a solution of dragon scales and dementor fangs. The enchantments included never-break runes, low-level magic resistance runes, and other such basic enchantments. The most prominent enchantment, at least to Harry, was a series of runes that acted as an extra protective layer over his mind, strengthening his Occlumency shields. Lastly, the plate was to be attached to a ribbon made from a silk made from very finely and skillfully spun thestral fur. With this material, some people may not be able to see the ribbon, as they had not see death. It wasn't really necessary, but Harry enjoyed the prospect of messing with people's heads.
So Harry watched as the smith (shopkeeper) molded the metal before hardening it into three plates, one slightly thinner than the other two while the other two had small depressions the size of the smaller piece. He then proceeded to craft and engrave the runes with some sort of blood and a black dagger onto the smallest piece. After all of the runes and enchantments had been placed, the shopkeeper placed the smaller piece between the two other pieces so that the other two seemed to act like a container for it. Muttering a spell, the smith and Harry watched as the line separating the two outer metal pieces glow before disappearing, leaving one complete piece of metal.
At this point, the shopkeeper took out a large rolled-up batch of an eerily black material. He then took cut off a sizeable portion of the material before folding it over countless times and casting a spell on it to result in a single dense ribbon of the material. With that done, one more spell combined the metal and the ribbon into a forehead protector. Lastly, Harry was asked if he wanted a symbol of some kind on the forehead protector, like a family crest of some sort.
Harry thought about asking him to engrave the same "C" onto the metal like the one on the vault's door, but decided against it in case it raises questions. With that, Harry paid for the item and tied the forehead protector onto his head. More importantly, he made it cover his scar, the original purpose for buying the item. Even though he could now walk around without his hood on since nobody would recognize him, it was still snowing outside and he was in Knockturn alley, so he decided to continue in the same manner as before.
Continuing the same process with the bookstores as before, Harry eventually found himself in front of the last store he needed to visit. "Wallace's Wicked Wands" was the store title overhead. If Harry had not sensed a great concentration of white and black Mana from the place, he would have overlooked it. Looking closely at the store, he realized that there was a light notice-me-not charm on it.
Shrugging to himself, and thinking that having a wand to use would make him seem less suspicious when fighting, he entered the store. There was a small bell ringing as he entered, and Harry soon found himself in front of millions of caged magical creatures. He walked a small path towards a desk with an old and shriveled looking man behind it with two gray eyes, one freakishly bigger than another.
"Good Thursday, fellow wiz, how can I make your day wickedly delightful?" The old man crowed, squinting up at him. "I would like two custom made wands, money is no matter that you need to worry about." Harry replied coolly, hoping to sound like a "proper" pureblood. The old man, who Harry guessed was named Wallace, gave a not-so-toothy grin before motioning for Harry to follow him through a curtained door.
"You can drop the act, Mr. Potter, Mr. Crypt, whatever you want to be called." The old man said, once they went through the door. Harry stared at him with wide eyes at his identity being known. Not only that, the voice from the man seemed awfully young. His unvoiced question was answered when the old man disrobed and Harry saw something he had never seen before.
Where the old man's stomach would have been, was an opening with multiple levers and a seat. On top of the seat was what appeared to be to be a small child of some sort. It wasn't entirely human, as it had two furry orange ears on top of its head as well as a similar coloured tail and two ridiculously large and cute baby blue eyes. He was wearing a small red vest with matching shorts.
Harry stared at him and the old man he was in. Now that he could see it in its entirety, he realized that it was a robot or puppet of some sort that the child was obviously operating. "Hi there! I'm Wallace the gifted and wonderful child prodigy!" The small cat-boy said, bouncing up and down happily and jumping upon a small desk before bowing in front of Harry.
Staring at the child incredulously, Harry wondered why everywhere he went, something weird had to happen. "Um… hello. How do you know who I am?" He asked, wanting to know what this little boy knew about him. Wallace posed in a thoughtful position looking up at the ceiling. "Well… I can see your scar right there!" Wallace replied, pointing where the ribbon covered his scar.
Harry's eyes widened as he realized the implications. He had used the cloth part of the protector to cover his scar… this meant that people who did not see someone die could have seen his scar. He was suddenly thankful for his decision to keep his hood on as he shifted his forehead protector to the side to cover his scar with the metallic part.
Wallace beamed at Harry for apparently no reason, which freaked him out a bit, but he still had business to do. "So, can you make me the wands?" Harry asked, wondering if he should have looked for another place for a wand. The cat-boy grinned happily and nodded vigorously as he scrambled at speeds Harry didn't know were possible. After a few seconds, there were a variety of things in two separate identical piles placed on the table, things that Harry had no idea about.
After Wallace had finally calmed down, he looked at Harry expectantly. "Place your left hand over the materials on the left side, then the right hand with the right side. That way, we can see which reacts best with which hand." Instructed the small boy, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. Harry nodded as he did so. Soon enough, something glowed from each pile where one of his hands was near.
Harry looked at Wallace, whose eyes had gotten, if possible, bigger and sparkly. "Wow…" he said, looking at Harry as if in hero-worship. Afterwards, he took out a small notepad and started writing furiously in it. "So, a bone-type medium for the right hand and a metal-type medium for the left. This is so AWESOME!" Wallace commented, all bust screaming with excitement at the last part. This caused Harry to sweat drop a little bit at the enthusiasm of the small child.
Before Harry could comment on what Wallace meant, the cat-boy was rushing around the room once more. Before Harry could say "Boo!" there were now two different piles in front of him, this time different from one another. Harry repeated the process again, this time noticing that a particular jade coloured object from his right and a gold object from his left were glowing. He turned to Wallace to see that he was once again scribbling down furiously.
They went through the same process a couple more times. The first time with items in various shades of green and gold for the right and left piles respectively. The second time Harry couldn't tell the difference between the items in their respective piles. Harry could see that Wallace was getting excited more and more as they went through the various material testing stages. He was so excited that he could swear that Wallace's hand was shaking as he was writing, but he was writing so fast that Harry couldn't tell for sure.
Wallace then walked Harry back to the front of the store with all of the creatures and asked Harry to repeat a similar process in locating the which creature resonated with his magic. Harry did as he was told and walked around holding out his hands. As he did so, he suddenly felt something charging him from behind. Turning around and instinctively bringing up his Un-Arm for protection, he was surprised when something clamped down on his metallic arm. He was about to fight off the creature when he realized what he was fighting and his skin paled.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, looking at the large bear-like dog. He gave himself a mental shake, noticing the small differences between this dog and Sirius's animagus form. Harry calmed himself a bit as he prepared to repel the creature. Before he could, however, one of the dog's fangs broke off causing it to back off with a whimper before walking away. Harry merely stared after the dog as he looked at its retreating back. "Tooth from a Grim! Brilliant!" Wallace exclaimed, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Harry was thinking about asking him, but decided against it as a waste of time.
Continuing the path and leaving Wallace to pick up the fang, Harry walked away before stopping as a cold chill filled up his spine. Harry looked to his left to see two red eyes staring at him. He examined the body of the creature carefully and noticed that its body was seemingly made from some form of black gas. Harry lifted his right hand, as if about to pet it before the creature seemed to ram its ghostly head against his palm.
In the time span of one second, there was only one eye staring at him while a red circular gem was in his hand. Harry silently thanked the creature with a slight bow before making his way towards Wallace. Said cat-boy was once again jumping ecstatically one he saw what was in Harry's hand. Harry sighed, knowing that this was going to take a while.
Just like Harry predicted, it took the rest of the day for Wallace to construct the wands. The boy had rushed Harry out to a waiting room of sorts to work on the wands himself. Finally, Harry was called back into the workroom to the sight of a grinning Wallace and two round objects on a table between them.
As he entered the room, the wand crafter made a "shush" posture and noise to tell Harry to be quiet, pointing at the two round objects, one yellow with red specks and one green with black stripes. Harry stared at the two before realizing they were eggs. Sure enough, the eggs were soon moving and shaking before a giant crack formed in each. Soon, the eggshells all but disintegrated, leaving one bony and one bulky creature on the table.
The green bony one looked to be made out of a kind of jell while the gold bulky figure looked like some kind of trophy. "Yay! Your new wands are done!" Wallace said, looking happily at the two creatures. Harry stared at the cat boy, clearly confused. That was, until the two figured turned to him and in a flash of green and yellow light turned into what Harry thought would be wands.
In short, it looked like a green bone and a gold dagger. Seeing Harry's confused look, Wallace decided to explain. "See, my wands are all living, and in turn become familiars with their owners. This also means that they will grow accordingly with you in power and physical appearance. Pick them up and see for yourself!"
Harry did as he was told, not believing that something like this actually existed. As his right hand touched the bone, he watched in morbid fascination, as it appeared to drill a hole into his index finger and burrowed into it. Surprisingly, Harry felt no pain. The gold dagger did something similar with his other hand and soon he had a gold dagger tattoo on the back of his Un-Arm hand.
Wallace gave a big smile, continuing his explanation. "The green one, made from the bone of a Gorgoop and eye of a cursed Shade. Twelve inches, bone-type allowing it to meld and combine with any organic manner. The gold one, made from charmed gold from the Egyptian tombs and the fang of a Grim. Thirteen inches, metal-type allowing it to combine with all metallic elements. There are also characteristics passed on from the materials of the original creatures."
Harry stared blankly at Wallace at that last comment, cuing the boy to continue.
"The Gorgoop are swamp creatures made completely of fluids with the odd one born with a bone structure every century. They are immune to all physical attacks and poisons. As such, that wand is unbreakable. A cursed shade is exceptionally weak against all physical attacks, but entirely immune to magic. Therefore, the wand is also immune from the effects foreign magic. As a result of these great defense mechanisms, it should give a bonus boost to all defensive spells.
The gold from Egypt are charmed to bring luck to the Pharaoh in his journey in the afterlife, combined with the cursed capabilities of the Grim, you have a very volatile wand in the gold one. These characteristics may result in a bonus for offensive spells as well as amplify all beneficial spells on yourself and your allies and curses on your opponents.
While these characteristics are true, you must also take in the consideration that your wands are two unique creatures created to be your familiars. As such, they may develop new or unlock hidden abilities."
The cat-boy took a big breath as he explained all of that. Harry took a moment to remember everything said before paying and thanking the little boy. He then quickly left, knowing that his time allotted by Dumbledore was almost up. Of course, he had promised that when he had time, he would visit Wallace to play with him (the boy wouldn't let him go otherwise). The outside weather had finally settled down, with no more snow except what was on the ground.
Quickly departing and going back to Gringotts, he retrieved his new family ring from a quick meeting with Gluttonmole. As Harry left Gringotts once more, he felt the familiar sensation of being followed. Before he could figure out who was following him, Harry heard the distinct sounds of apparition. The few people in the streets let out shrieks as he turned to face the arrival of a cluster of Death Eaters.
Harry was excited, and was about to engage and try out his new wands when he felt a pulling sensation in his mind. "Leave this scene and return, Harry. This is not your fight." The voice was distinctly Dumbledore's, and it was in his head. Harry was about to ignore it and fight anyways, when the pressure on his mind increased.
Sighing in defeat when he saw that, for once, aurors were quick in their arrival, Harry returned to the floating island.
Arriving shortly, Harry was face to face with Dumbledore. The ex-headmaster looked at Harry wearily. 'Probably because he knew I was planning on disobeying him.' Harry thought with a slight bit of smug satisfaction. "Harry, please leave everything from the mission here except for your wands and forehead protector. You have another mission."
Harry narrowed his eyes at having to go on another "mission" so soon. Dumbledore seemed to ignore this as he continued. "This time, there is no time limit, and Snuffles will not be going with you either." At this, Harry was starting to get angry. "And why not? What's the point of Snuffles helping me if you don't let him?" Asked Harry, clearly unhappy with Dumbledore setting the rules.
"Because, Harry, the omnisence is fully prepared. You need more training and experience. You must earn the right to have it help you." Dumbledore replied condescendingly. Harry gritted his teeth as he willed himself to be calm. "What is it now? Maybe you want me to do more errands? Is it walking a dog? Or maybe wash my uncle's car?" Inquired Harry, the sarcasm was obvious in his voice. The reply he received, however, was not what he expected.
"You, Harry, are going to infiltrate the British Ministry of Magic and return to the department of mysteries."
Footnotes:
(1): I'm not sure about the legal age in the magical world, so I made it 17 which is what Harry's age should be not considering the little time-slowing thing with his training. On that note, there may be several time jumps in the future, mostly because otherwise it'd be too boring and take too long to write this story.
(2): I'm using a translator for Latin, so it should actually be like "Body Gift", without the possessive "'s". I don't really have any real degree of understanding in Latin, so sorry if it's making some people cringe.
A/N: Whew! That was definitely long, but I succeeded in getting the semi-fillers done. From now on, there are at least 4 chapters of action coming up consecutively! Hurray violence! Actually, the latter two of the four might even warrant NC-17 ratings, so I'm still trying to figure out how that goes. Also, I might not be able to update as quickly as I have some thing I have to work on before school starts… think of it as summer homework XD. This might also be because I'm very tempted to start another story in the Naruto world… this I am trying to resist since I don't want to make the updates for this story even slower. By the way, I tried to make the whole wand-making and Gringotts-inheritance not too cliché, but it's my tribute to Heir!-Harry and some of the other norms that the Harry Potter fanfiction world has.
Anyways, please drop some review, and I may make the next chapter come faster XD.
Once more, hurray violence!
Peace
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