Sorry about the delay. I'm not sure what happened with my computer but basically it crashed. I will update in the next few days to make it up to you.

This is not ginnyxharry. They are going to be friends. Best friends.

Also this is not very edited.. sorry I'm pressed for time though. REVIEW ?

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Five hours later one very dark haired man exited the marble bank, a tall blond youth at his side. Both were very attractive, dressed in expensive looking robes and had an air of power swirling around them. They stopped at the bottom of the white stairs and looked out at the bustling crowd.

"Where to first?" The blond asked, his voice calm and strong.

"Knockturn Alley. Need to get the tracer off 'ya." Came the reply, Padfoot already walking towards to Alley.

They walked in silence in the dark and smelly alley, trying to avoid the suspicion of the other grubby patrons, before they arrived at Wilton's Prized Potions. Stuck between two much larger buildings the dark doorway was ignored by the other bystanders and was empty when they entered, aside from a short man with balding hair standing behind the counter. Sirius walked right towards the man and leaned forward to talk to him while Harry looked at the different potion items available. 'Ew.' Was all he could think, looking at the pickled creatures and body parts each jar held. Eyes of all shapes and sizes, scales of different colours, claws of all sorts, feathers, and even more jars holding both dead and alive insects of all sorts. Looking out the window he thought, 'Its odd, not to be stared at everywhere you go.'

"Boy. Come here." Sirius said sternly, waving a hand towards Harry. He sounded a little upset.

Harry walked over quietly, raising an eyebrow when Sirius started tapping his foot and the man started drumming his fingers. "What is the problem father?" He asked with a slight sneer, looking towards the man. (They had this act planed.) "I did hope we would be able to have finished this quickly. I heard you were the best." Harry said again, sounding like a proud pureblood.

The man looked like he had been slapped. "I am the best, you little-" Sirius kicking the counter cut him short. Running a sweaty hand through his hair he repeated, "I am the best. I just don't remove the trace for anyone. And I don't know you." He looked back at Sirius angrily. "Get out of my shop."

Sirius simply raised an eyebrow at this, making no attempt to move. "Listen here, you insolent man." His eyes changed, making them swirl with power, "You do not want to know me." He sneered when the man cowered. "Pitiful." He looked disgusted, "If you have the ability-which I seriously doubt- then you will remove the spell. Or face my displeasure. You can choose."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment and Harry could tell he as impressed. He could also tell that the man was seriously interested in removing the spell. It must cost a load, he thought and then chuckled. What was even a few thousand galleons to him?

"Alright, Mister.. ?" He agreed, and waited for a last name. It never came.

"You may call me Mr. Grim." He sneered once again at the man when he flinched.

"As- As you wish sir." He opened the counter and beckoned them to follow. Leading them through a narrow corridor he opened the only door and stood back, waiting for Sirius to enter. When they were all settled (Sirius seated in from of the man, Harry standing at his side) he spoke. "Now Mr. Grim, er-" he looked slightly nervous. "If you would hold out your wand, lad and pass it to me?"

Harry looked at the man coolly before offering the wand to the man. "That is as precious as you're life. Treat it with care."

"Of course." The man didn't sound in the least bit upset. On the country he sounded excited. 'Odd.' Harry thought.

The man left the room and Harry looked to Sirius. He grinned back at Harry in reassurance. Harry looked about the room. It seamed to him that this was the man's private potions laboratory. They waited for a few moments before the man returned with Harry's wand. "It should do," He said as Harry took his wand, feeling for any changes in it. The man then looked at Harry and asked, "You a Hogwarts student?"

Harry nodded, about to cast his first spell with a trace free wand.

"WAIT!" Called the man, sounding panicked. Harry stopped, mouth open. "So sorry. If you go to Hogwarts then we also need to be ride of Dumbledore's trace." He sounded frightened. Harry was shocked. "Dumbledore has tracers on all his students?"

"Yes, yes. It's in the food at the welcoming feast. Lasts about a year, give or take and he has a way of knowing if it is weakening. Those that are late or sick for the welcome back feast are given it either in the hospital wing or are invited to tea by Dumbledore." He blabbed, reaching for Harry's wand desperately. Harry passed it along.

"I have the antidote. The potion he uses is not very rare. Simply difficult to detect." The oily man ran over to his shelf, pushing through the potions there.

"Won't he know if the potion is gone?" Harry asked, sounding angry with the headmaster. Sirius was infuriated.

"No. He knows when it's weakening but if it stops all together? Hasn't a clue." The man grinned.

"Ah, here it is." He pulled a small vial out of the shelf. Blood red liquid splashed inside. "This should also give you an immunity if you ever ingest Dumbledore's potion again."

Harry grasped the offered potion, looking back to Sirius. The grim animagus waved his wand over the vial, checking for poisons presumably before he nodded. Harry popped off the cap and gulped, feeling the potion sliding down his throat. It left a tingling behind. He stood and shivered, feeling the cold grow as it hit his stomach. It left him shivering. Sirius stepped forward, his eyes showing his concern for Harry but his face remaining an unloving mask. Harry smiled a small smile; the cold was leaving.

"Excellent. Very impressive. Most students faint." The man once again offered Harry his wand. Closing his hand around the wood, he smiled. His magic felt whole again.

Sirius scowled. "Very well. Cast a spell boy." Harry nodded, conjuring a bouquet of flowers before vanishing them. They waited several minutes and when no owls arrived, Sirius nodded apparently satisfied. "If you will, Mr. Wilton, we have places to be and also have an interesting business proposition for you." They were lead back to the front of the store, and Sirius turned towards the potions supplier. "How much for both the potion and the spell removal?"

"One hundred and fifteen galleons." Sirius' eyes narrowed at this so the man continued, "The potion is worth one hundred. It needs a basilisk scale. There hasn't been a dead one found for a good hundred years. Anything basilisk is worth top dollar."

Sirius' eyes unnarrowed and he counted out the money before asking, "How much is a basilisk scale?"

"Well, it depends," Mr. Wilton started, "One the size of my thumb, would be at least eighty galleons and in mint condition could go for one hundred and fifty. Some potions masters would even go much higher. For one larger? Last year a scale was sold at a private auction," He paused here, "'Bout the size of my palm it was. Perfect condition. Went for over a thousand. Then there are the teeth. Even the smallest of 'em can go for over five hundred easily. And the fangs could for ten thousand a piece." He chuckled at the look on Harry's face. "The organs and such could fetch even higher. Bones too. Eyes. Shedding. Venom would be the most. Hasn't been seen for over 70 years. Anything from a basilisk is top dollar at the moment. So rare, see?"

Harry was shocked. There was a basilisk under Hogwarts. And no one but Ginny, Ron, Hermoine and Dumbledore knew. And only he could get it.

Sirius looked cool and undaunted at the amount of money. He glanced at the shopkeeper. "Would you be willing to purchase basilisk?" He sounded curious.

The old man sighed, "If only I could. You have no idea the kind of advertisement it would be. But the only scales left are in private collection and most are badly decayed. Not very potent anymore. Although still affective."

"Well," Sirius began, "I believe we should discuss a very profitable partnership. You see, I recently acquired a large collection of basilisk ingredients and have no use for them. I am also willing to part with them, for the right price." Sirius smiled at the disgruntled look on the mans face. "If you wish to purchase any or are interested, please say now."

The look on his face quickly changing he replied, "Yes, yes. I am very interested. But I would like to see you're wears first. When can you return?"

He looked at Harry who nodded. "Two days. Make sure you are closed for the morning." With that he turned on his heel and walked out the front door, Harry following behind.

Quickly catching up he whispered in Sirius' ear. "That was amazing. And the Basilisk! Sirius, that thing is only missing one fang." He sounded excited, "And its eyes. But everything else! It's a gold mine."

Sirius chuckled at Harry's excitement, and ruffled his hair. "I do believe that you could be Gringotts wealthiest client if you decided to sell even a quarter of the bloody thing."

Harry grinned, then looked out at Knockturn Alley. He turned his head, looking behind him when something to the left caught his eye. It was a pet shop, but not a pleasant one. The thing that had caught his eye was a snake. It looked like the boa he had last seen at the zoo although this one was obviously magical. She was changing colours and was circling her rather small cage. Harry wanted a closer look and headed towards the shop, Sirius turning on his heel once he noticed the boy was not beside him. After a brief moment of panic he calmed, spotting messy black hair entering a pet shop. He followed.

As Harry entered the shop he looked for an owner and spotting one helping another customer at the counter he walked towards the gorgeous snake. She was around 10 feet long and obviously agitated.

Sssstupid humansss… she hissed as Harry walked here Come here sssstupid… Ssssagra wissshsss to bite… to bite you, ssstupid human…

Harry crouched, looking eye to eye with the snake. Her eyes were purple. I am ssssorry humanssss are ssstupid, my beauty.

Her purple eyes widened in shock. A ssspeaker? Hmmm… come here my ssspeaker. Free me… She looked sad, Youssss are not ssstupid, my ssspeaker… I will not bite you, my sssspeaker… pleasssse sssave me from the ssstupid humansss.

Harry looked at the snake. She wasn't evil. And she didn't want to become a tool to someone dark. He made up his mind then and there and lifted the lid of the small glass tank. Come here, my beauty… What isss you're name? He asked, allowing the snake to slither up his arm

Sssagra… Sssagra isss my name… Thanksss you, my ssspeaker… She rested across his shoulder and hissing in content, rubbing her diamond shaped face across Harry's and tickling his cheek with her tongue. Her colours were flashing blues and greens, and she looked happy. My ssspeaker… whatsss your namesss?

He hissed a soft reply back. Harry…

"Harry?" Sirius yelped, having come face to face with his godson and a rather dangerous looking snake. He then looked around; hoping no one else had noticed them. "What are you doing?"

His godson was hissing at the snake, who had a large hood up and her mouth fit with large fangs wide open. She flashed red. Then went back to green and blue, her hood down, rubbing her face against Harry's.

Harry looked around then said, "Her name is Sagra. And she doesn't want to be used by dark wizards. She asked me to free her, so I'm going to. She is really nice."

Sirius was shocked. Harry wanted a snake for a pet? "Err… Uhmm. Well, lets get her then, shall we?" His voice shock slightly. He asked Harry, "Does she understand English?"

Harry looked to the snake who hissed, then nodded. Sirius took a step forward and said, looking at Sagra, "Hello. My name is Sirius. I live with Harry." He reached out a hand (Which she flicked a tongue) and continuted, "You're beautiful. And could probably protect Harry, eh?"

If snakes could smile, Sagra would have. Instead she reached her head out and butted it against Sirius's hand. Tell thisss Sssiriusss I accept his friendssship…

Harry smiled and said, "She likes you. Lets get her payed for? And do you have any idea what she is? I've never seen anything like her in any Care of Magical Creatures books."

"I don't know. I've never seen her either. We can ask though." He rang the bell on the counter top, being wary of the scorpion cage beside him. A young witch came running, then stopped short. She screamed. Sagra hissed hiding her head in Harry's shirt. "S-si- sir- do-d-don't m-m-mo-move." She raised her wand but Harry stopped her. "What are you doing? Are you addled in you're brain?" He asked with his best Slytherin sneer. "She isn't attacking me, though you were about to. Calm yourself down and tell me how much she is."

The woman looked at Harry like he was insane. "S-s-sir th-that's a- a- Flashing Runespore. She is dangerous." She raised her wand again, but Sirius cut across her. "Does she look dangerous to you?" He held out his hand and Sagra rubbed against him, hissing in content. The shop girl then held out her hand and walked towards the snake but stopped, only making it a few feet. Sagra had given her a warning hiss, and her hood was flaring. Harry sneered coldy at the girl who looked terrified. "Get the shop manager, girl. You are obviously confunded." The girl looked confused. "Trying to pet the snake you wanted to hex only a few moments ago? She isn't stupid. Now go!"

Harry looked at Sirius. "Is it legal for me to have her?"

"No. 's not. So you better 'ave a good reason for wantin' it." Said a cocky voice. Harry turned and looked at a man who resembled Gilderoy Lockheart. Harry shuddered. The man was tall, large and had a slight belly. He also had three scars slashing down his face and his right arm was heavily bandaged. Sagra hissed. That ssstupid human… I'l bite him… he took my babiesss… where are my babiesss ssspeaker Harry?

Harry fought back the anger he felt towards this man. "I will pay you. And I would also like her children back." The man looked at him stupidly, "NOW!"

"How di'ja know she had littl'uns?" The man asked utterly bewildered.

Sirius stepped in. "Get her children. Now." He then asked quietly, "How many."

Four… my four babiesss… Sagra hissed back.

"All four of them," Harry commanded, furious. The near by cages rattled at his command.

"Y-yes, Sir." He turned on his heel and returned moments later, a glass cage in his arms, four small withering bodies inside. Harry wandlessly summoned the cage to him and took the tiny snakes out, letting their mother speak to them.

My babiesss… She nuzzled them then turned to Harry Thisss isss a sssspeaker… Harry… do not bite him or his Sssiriussss…

Harry turned his attention back to the shop owner. His eyes were still like fire. "How much for them?" He barked out, scaring the man out of any idea to scam him.

"Fi-fifty galleons."

Harry threw down the money and left; Sirius behind him. "Pup?" he asked, "You need to calm down. Breath. You saved her and her kids. Breath, okay?"

Harry took a deep breath and held, before exhaling. He did this several more times before he felt calm enough to continue. "Lets head back to Diagon Alley. I still need things for Sagra. And I don't know where to put them. We still have more shopping don't we?" He sounded worried, not knowing if he had wreaked the outing.

Sirius smiled sadly and clapped the blond boy on the shoulder. "Don't worry. We can apperate in for a mo' to drop of Sagra then head back out. And we can come back tomorrow if you want to."

Harry nodded, walking through the crowd that parted before him and his snake. Sirius stayed beside and held onto his shoulder as they walked towards the Magical Menagerie. They opened the door quietly, Harry lagging behind as Sirius checked for more customers. There were none.

"Good call asking me to Gringotts on a Monday. Almost no one is here." Harry said quietly. Both walked towards the counter.

"Oh my!" Came the startled voice of a blond witch. "Beautiful colour." She said, walking around the counter towards Harry, Sirius and Sagra.

"Thank you." Harry replied, calming down some.

"Before I help you with whatever you need, umm- I was just wondering if you could confirm that she is a Flashing Runespoor?" The shopkeeper sounded excited.

Sirius flashed the woman a charming grin. "She is indeed. Although we were hoping you'd be able to tell us more about the species and what they need for survival."

"I'd love too." She smiled back, "One moment, if no one else is here I'll close the shop for a mo'." She bustled off at this and Harry turned to Sirius.

"Are you joking?" He looked at his godfather incredulously. Sirius grinned at him. "I was locked away for 12 years. On the run for 3. Stuck with basket case for almost a year. Forgive me for thinking I could finally enjoy the wonders of the opposite sex again." Harry flushed scarlet at this and Sirius chuckled.

"What a pretty colour." Sirius touched his cheek, laughing harder when his hand was slapped away.

"What's so funny?" The blond shopkeeper was walking back towards them, a smile on her face. She still looked very excited.

"Oh nothing." Sirius deflected, winking at Harry, "Thank you for doing this by the way Ms.-?"

"Jessica. And if you follow me to the examination room?" She walked behind the counter, Harry and Sirius following behind as they entered a warm white room. There was a table to the side, two full bookshelves and also a desk with two chairs across and a sitting room across from a fireplace.

Leading them towards the fireplace, she sat across from the Sirius and Harry, asking "I'm sorry, I can't remember if you said you're names?"

"Sirius." The animagus said, taking the pro-offered hand and kissing lightly on the knuckles.

"Henry." Harry said with a small smile, also kissing the back of her hand.

"So-erm- you recently acquired her?" Jessica asked, nodding towards Sagra who was still curled around Harry's neck. (Her four snakelings were in his pocket.)

"Actually, we have Sagra and her four children." Harry said, causing the animal enthusiate's eyes to widen.

"You have a five Flashing Runespoore's?" She was floored. There had only been 7 documented cases of captive Flash's in recorded history.

"Yes."

She nodded, too exited to speak. "You're questions. I will try to answer as best I can."

"How is she a runespoor? Sagra has only one head, as do her children."

Jessica smiled. "Flash's are extremely rare. The only way to really catch one if it's female and giving birth or when they are just born. Its basically impossible." She paused here, "With so little study done, it was decided that these were most likely a distant relative of the common Runspoor. They have the same type of venom, and also they share the same life cycle and such from what we can tell. A recently unraveled mystery about them was the magical properties and abilities. They have the ability to gain another two heads. We are unsure why or under what circumstances but they can- the study is still ongoing. They also have extremely volatile tempers, but once loyal to a wizard or when they 'adopt' a family. Only once-twice now- has that ever happened. Almost everything we know is from Alexander DeBelisimo and his Flash. He had him over 50 years and over time the Flash became as protective of the wizards family as he was over his master."

Harry nodded, taking it all in. "Where do they live? And what should I feed her and her kids?"

Jessica looked thoughtful before she walked over to the bookcase and grabbed a small book. It looked more like a diary. "I'm pretty sure that they would be able to survive in most climates. They are magical after all." She flipped through some pages. "Yep. 'As long as there is an adequate amount of food and water available, a Flashing Runespoor could survive in all but the most extreme of temperatures. They are cold blooded but are not as susceptible to the cold as they are so magically charged.'" Jessica looked up, "So basically, she should be good any where really but the warmer the better. For her little ones, they might not have enough magic yet so I would suggest getting a heating rock."

"Can you tell how old Sagra is?" Harry asked looking from her to the snake in question. The snake hissed at him and Jess caught the look of understanding on his face. He understood her. He's a parseltongue!

Sirius caught her look. Should they deny it or not? He was caught out of his musing by Jessica exclaiming. "Could you understand her?" She sounded excited again and it was for this reason that Harry said yes.

"You're a parseltongue?" At Harry's nod she squealed, "That's amazing! I always thought it would be so cool to speak to snakes."

Harry was shocked, "You don't think I'm evil or dark or whatever?"

"You can't be born evil." She said with a look. "Parseltongue is a blood trait. You can't become one."

Harry smiled at her. "Thanks. You're about the only one who didn't freak once they found out."

"Do you want a job?" She was excited again.

"Doing what?"

"You would come in whenever I need a snake speaker. I would pay you. And no one else would now. You know, calm down an agitated snake- stuff like that." Jessica looked hopeful.

"Er- I'd love to." Harry said, "But I'll be staring school soon and-"

"No worries. Anything is better then nothing." She smiled at me. "Any more questions?"

"Do you have any books on Flash Runespoor's or Basilisks?" Harry asked, hoping she had anything on the latter.

"You can have this," She said, tossing the Flash book at Harry, "It's basically a diary. And its perfect for you. The man who wrote it- Alexander DeBelisimo- was bonded to a Flash." She paused here, "I'm not sure if we've got one on basilisks. Considered 'dark' by the ministry." She snorted. "Idiots."

She looked around on the shelf talking over her shoulder as she did. "There hasn't been a captive basilisk in ages. The last one was over a hundred years ago I think." She pulled about a book, blew off some dusk, and then went back to looking. "See, only a parseltongue can raise the buggers. They sorta bond with the first person there when they hatchand that bond protects the Hatcher. But unless you can communicate a bit you're basically dead or you end up having to set it free. They go wild- I've heard."

Jess quietly continued her way through the self and about halfway through- "Yes! Got it. My granddad always wanted a basilisk. Went missing looking for one actually. This here was his journal. Anything and everything he ever learned was in this. It's actually made out of basilisk skin." She held the book out for Harry's inspection.

Harry grinned at her. "Perfect."

She looked Harry over. "What'ca need it for?"

"I want to start a study of snakes. I think most are misunderstood and as I can't go and raise some of the most deadly one out there, books will have to do." He replied with a shrug.

"So how old is she?" Jessica motioned to the large reptile, "What did she say? Wait- can she understand people?"

Harry smiled; he was really starting to like Jessica. She was funny, exciting and had her own way at viewing the world. "Yeah she can understand, mostly. But I don't know if it's only her or what. And just because she understands, well it doesn't make her like someone."

"I get it. So how old is she? I guessed in her twenties. They can live to be over 200 hundred and can get to be 30 feet long. Some are much bigger. And they get thicker as they age too. Not much but larger ones can be two feet round."

"She doesn't count years- she counted full moons. Twelve to a year and all that. She says she is 288 moons. That's like 20 years right? And her babies are 4 moons." Harry translated as Sagra hissed.

"Could I measure her?" She asked Harry before looking to Sagra and asking again. The snake nodded.

"Just lay her on the table, okay Henry?" She asked as she pulled a tape measure from her robe. Harry nodded and did as she asked looking in awe as Sagra changed from a blueish green to a colbalt blue.

Itsss cold… she hissed, curling up slightly.

Harry grabbed his wand; about to cast a warming spell but Sirius beat him to it.

"She looked cold." He said in reply to Harry's raised eyebrow.

"Could I measure you're children also?" Jessica asked as she finished with Sagra's measurements. The snake turned and hissed to Harry Thissss human isss not ssso bad… but I want you to measssure my babiesss…

Harry cleared his throat, "Ah- She said she would like me to take the measurements if you want them. They're her first batch."

Jessica nodded, so Harry reached into his pocket hissing… Come out… little beautiesss… I will not harm yousss… As he did, Sirius walked towards Sagra and picked up the snake who flashed yellow before settling in on his shoulders.

Hello… little onesss… I am Harry…. Do not bite me… pleassse…

The four tiny snakes slithered up Harry's arm. They were all a perfect minitures of their mother, aside from one who had a star on his head. What are yousss namesss little onesss? Harry asked as he worked. He measured the length, the head and the girth.

Sssylvia… A female who was yellow with orange flashes

Triton… A male who flashed cool colours

Sssamodiusss… A male who flashed all colours

Sssage… Another female who stayed a vibrant purple with a silver star on her head

All four were very small, especially in comparison to their mother. They only reached Harry's elbow when laid along side it. He quickly picked the four up once finsished, Triton wrapping himself around Harry's wrist.

"Could I take a photo also? One of Sagra would be great." Jessica asked, holding up the camera. Sirius nodded, moving towards the table. "No!" The shopkeeper called, backing up a few steps. "It's perfect with her around your neck. Shows she's not all bad."

Sirius opened his mouth to protest, before he shut it realizing she was right. Best start small. He shot Harry a seething glare; to which Harry shot back a cheeky grin.

"Well that's all that then." Jessica said, clapping her hands together. "Lets head back out front and I can get everything you need." She walked towards the door calling back, "Don't forget the books."

Harry grabbed the books as Sirius was preoccupied with Sagra and walked to the front of the shop. Jessica was already returning, a large flat black rock floating ahead of her. "Miss Jessica? Do you have any snakes here now you wish for me to talk to?" Harry asked.

"We only have four in shop right now. None of them are doing too badly. I hope. If you could walk around and just ask them if anything's the matter?" Harry nodded. "They're all back in that corner." She waved over to the left.

Harry found the snakes easily enough. Two were hissing up quite a storm.

Wait… until I can… bite yousss…

Yousss… cannot reach… me

Harry bent down, Triton still on his wrist and hissed Why… fight?

Both snakes turned in surprise. A ssspeaker? …Yousss sssspeak, human?

I do… why do yousss fight?

The smaller of the two snakes looked annoyed. He getssss more food from the giant…

'The giant?' Harry chuckled. Are yousss hungry?

No…

Then doesss… it matter…

The snake stayed silent.

He isss… jussst bigger… he needsss to eat more….Pleasssse… do not fight… thisss giant isss a nice onesss… and I willsss be back…

Yesss… Ssspeaker…

Harry nodded, before walking back to the counter. Sirius looked ready to go and was chatting up Jessica.

"If you need anything else- please owl or floo. I'm really interested in Sagra." She said, stroking the snake.

"Just her?" Sirius asked playfully.

Jessica blushed. "It was nice to meet you too."

"Maybe we can do coffee sometime?" Sirius asked casually- as if there was not a care in the world. Harry envied him.

"I'd love to."

Harry choose this moment to cut in. "Sorry. Um- the snakes are good now. I told them I'd be back. And they can't understand English so I suppose it's more for magical snakes."

"Right then. Best be off." Sirius extended his hand to Jessica and kissed the back once again. "It was a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to seeing you again." His formal tone was ruined by the charming grin he wore.

With a wave, Harry followed his uncle out the door and into the sunny street. "What do we do with Sagra? Can't haul her along for every shop."

Sirius walked towards a small alley. It was filled with dustbins and garbage. Harry wondered what would happened if some happened to float into muggle London. Moving pictures. "Kreacher."

A house elf popped in, having no resemblance to the Kreacher Harry knew. This elf-while still old looking- looked very healthy and also very happy. "What can Kreacher be doings for Master Sirius and Master Harry?" He asked with a bow.

"Hello Kreacher. This here is Sagra and we also have 4 little snakes. Could you please bring them home and set them in a nice room?" Sirius asked kindly.

Kreacher nodded, "Yes Master." He held out his hands. Harry unwrapped Triton and passed along the others.

"Could you take her in from the ground? And just hold the babies?" Sirius aked, looking at his small elf. Kreacher nodded while Sagra slithered to the ground.

"Harry could you as them not to bite or in 'Ra's case not to eat him?" Sirius looked to his small elf once again in concern to Sagra's large frame.

Harry shock his head, as if clearing it of flies. No biting the elf… or eatingsss…

Yesss, my Sssspeaker… Came the reply.

Harry nodded. Sirius nodded. Kreacher popped away with a bow.

"Why was he crazy?" Harry asked, motioning to where Kreacher had been standing.

"All a part of the plan." When Harry opened his mouth Sirius said, "Later, pup. Secret."

The day continued, Sirius buying anything that caught his eye and Harry receiving way to many possessions. Books, cauldrons, a 6 compartment trunk, potion ingredients, more books, robes, gloves, cloaks, hats, a pensive, a ear ring, more books and a new broom stick. (The last one being the only thing he really wanted.)