Chapter 2: Fangs for a Rabbit

PLEASE! Re-read the previous chapter! I have changed some things, important things, and made a few revisions!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Any names used are fictional- randomly gotten from the depths of mine and hyuga-hanyou-lover's minds, and any connection to persons living or dead is coincidental. I do happen to own two OCs (Taylor & Brandon) in here. I don't own the third though.

Note: Please read the bottom Note before reviewing! All of these chapters are written in segments of three, each for the OCs' point of view. One for Taylor, one for Sam, and one for Brandon. However, the order of the segments will differ from the chapter before. Enjoy the chapter!

Rule #2: Rabbits make good companions. However, it might be wise to choose the one that doesn't have fangs and venom to match

Sam

Hello again, readers. Where did I leave off? Oh yes, Taylor dragging me and Brandon into Diagon Alley.

I stood next to Taylor, who was impatiently hopping foot to foot, waiting for the Professor to open the door. Brandon grumbled under his breath next to the giant man and Harry. The Professor tapped a brick with a stick and stepped back.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." The brick wall moved to the side. The Alley was amazing! We (the children) stared in awe for a few more seconds, before we were pushed forwards by the Giant and the Professor.

"Whoa..." I heard Harry mutter, as we walked through the Alley towards Gringotts. I silently agreed with him. There were no words to describe the first walk through Diagon.

The big white marble building that was Gringotts was hell o' intimidating. I absently looked over the poem-thing atop the door as we walked in.

"Hello Goblin-kind!" I heard Taylor start. I groaned, knowing exactly what she was going to say next. "Please, do accept me as your G-" She was cut off by Brandon slapping a hand across her mouth. He started whispering in her ear. At the end of whatever he was saying, Taylor rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"Dammit Taylor, think before you say something stupid."

"Whatevs, dude." McGonagall lead us to a teller. The goblin looked at us.

"How can I help you." There was quite a bit of contempt in that statement. McGonagall shrugged off the contempt and said,

"Yes, I have two orphan Purebloods and a Muggle-born here to get some money." I threw a glare at Taylor. Of course she would state that she was a bloody Pureblood. I wouldn't have thought Brandon would have too, though.

"I can get you and the Muggle-born down to the Hogwarts Muggle-born Fund. They may open up a new account and exchange Muggle money for Galleons at a later date. Do you have the Purebloods' keys?"

"I'm afraid we don't."

"Then we'll need their names, vault number and name, and a sample of blood. The sample of blood will tell us any other vaults as well."

"I see. Well, this is one of them." She gestured to Taylor. "Taylor Lehrer, but we don't know the number of the Lehrer Vault." The goblin sighed and quickly snatched up Taylor's arm. A quick pinprick later and the numbers 444 and 123 appeared on a piece of parchment on the desk.

"Vault 444 is a trust vault set up for the Lehrer's only child, which would be you, and Vault 123 is the main vault which you will inherit when you are 17. A temporary Head of House is watching over the Lehrer vaults at the moment, so no worrying." Taylor grinned and stepped back. Brandon walked forwards and the goblin repeated the process. The numbers 666 and 456 replaced Taylor's numbers. "Vault 666 is the Smythe Family trust vault and Vault 456 is the Smythe Family main vault. However the Smythe family was thought to have died out years ago. It seems that there must have been a few squibs in the family." The goblin muttered, before handing my two friends a key each. "Those are your trust vault keys. DO NOT lose them."

"We won't Mister Awesome-Goblin-Dude!" Taylor shouted with a large grin. Brandon and I sighed.

"Whatever." The goblin called out for some other goblin. The other goblin lead Taylor and Brandon to a cart, which disappeared down a tunnel rather quickly. I made my way to the goblin.

"Um... may I open up a vault now, please?" The goblin grumbled under his breath and pushed a form at me.

"Just sign." I blinked, but did as I was told with a quill that Professor McGonagall transfigured. I handed the goblin back the form and he stamped it and threw a key at me. "Vault 789. Now get some Galleons from the Hogwarts Muggle-born Fund and get the hell out of this bank." He called for another goblin, and this one lead me and McGonagall to another cart. I vaguely noted that Harry and the giant guy moved to a different teller.

Taylor

Yo yo readers! It's me, Taylor! Now, after Brandon and I got to our trust vaults, we took out several hundred Galleons. But shush, don't tell McGonagall. She still thinks we only took out about hundred each.

Anywhozals, after we took out some money, we went back up to the surface in that extremely fun roller-coaster-Esq cart. I shouted and asked to go faster, while Brandon just smirked and enjoyed the ride. Once we were on the surface and out of the cart, we waited for Sam to finish her business. After about five minutes of waiting, her and Professor McGonagall joined us.

As we walked out of Gringotts, McGonagall said,

"I have decided to accompany you three. I'm supposed to show Miss Callow around, but I can't have two unsupervised students running around. You might destroy something or wander into Knockturn!" I pouted and crossed my arms. I could see the logic in that sentence, but I was 16! Well, I thought I was 16, but you only get a Hogwarts letter at 11, right?

"Well, alright. Where are we going first?" Brandon asked.

"We shall get you all fitted for robes first. We're off to Madam Malkin's."

A few turns and twists later we were inside a clothing store.

"Hello dearies! Hogwarts?" I grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Damn straight!"

"Miss Lehrer, language!" I huffed. Madam Malkin just smiled and waved McGonagall off. She lead all three of us to a vacant corner, and let a measuring tape run up and down and all over us. I watched it in amusement as it gently wrapped around my arms. While the measuring tape was fun, I had a feeling that the actual clothes fitting was going to be terrible.

A long hour later, we were out of the shop and on our way to Flourish and Blott's. As we walked, we passed by Magical Menagerie. At the sound of all those animals calling out, I turned to McGonagall and pointed to the shop.

"We have got to go in there! As your un-proclaimed God, I demand that we go inside!" McGonagall gave me a stern glare.

"Where are your manners young lady!"

"I am God! I don't need manners! I will sm-" My mouth was quickly covered by a hand. I could hear, over my muffled shouts, Sam apologizing and Brandon explaining about my so-called God-Complex. McGonagall nodded, and Brandon released his hold.

"Miss Lehrer, I must apologize. I did not know that you were mentally ill." I blinked. I was mentally ill? Why didn't anyone tell me!

"Yeah whatevs 'fessor. Can we go in now?" She nodded once again, and I took off into the store.

I browsed through all the animals sitting in magically enhanced cages. I hooted at the owls and hissed at the snakes, while silently wishing that I could actually understand the owls. One snake hissed back at me, and I realized that I could understand the gist of what it was saying. I couldn't get everything, but I got a few key words. I hissed at it and it hissed back, and we became immersed in conversation, even though I barely understood how to hiss back.

"Is she a Parselmouth?" McGonagall asked. Brandon shrugged.

"It wouldn't surprise me." I hissed goodbye, and smirked.

"I never knew that snakes were such great conversationalists!" My friends and McGonagall stared at me. "Anywhozals! I want a familiar!" I said, and went back to browsing the shelves. And then I saw it. It was white with black spots, some green scales on it's paws, it had fangs, fangs that were dripping with venom, mind you, it had a forked tongue that came out ever few seconds to scent, it's claws were large and sharp, it's eyes were completely green, sclera and all, and, best of all, it was a bunny rabbit. I heard footsteps approach behind me.

"Taylor? Have you found something yet?" Brandon asked, as he came to a stop behind me. I started shaking. After a few seconds of Brandon staring at me, I exploded.

"LOOK AT THAT RABBIT! OH ME! LOOK!" I shouted, pointing at the cute and deadly bunny. Brandon looked over my shoulder, and choked. Sam did the same, and McGonagall gasped and held a hand to her heart.

"Miss Lehrer! I cannot permit you to have such a vicious looking creature!" I glared at her, and opened up the rabbit's cage. It tutted at me as I lifted it into my arms.

"Oh, she's just jealous she isn't as cute or..." I quickly checked it's gender. "...as handsome as you, mister bunny!" I cooed, making my way over to the register to pay for my new familiar. The teller stuttered and shook as he gathered up all the supplies necessary for my new familiar. "D'aww, you're so handsome!" The rabbit preened under my shower of compliments. "What to name you..." It hissed as the teller approached with the supplies. It sounded a lot like a snake... "That's it! I'm gonna call you Salazar!"

Brandon

Hello readers. If you had told me a few years ago that I would be going to Hogwarts with Taylor, Sam, and a Rabbit that could kill you with a single bite, I would have probably decked you in the face for such a stupid sounding tale.

Unfortunately, it is the truth.

"I'm gonna call you Salazar!" I heard Taylor shout, as she cuddled the Demon Rabbit to her chest and cooed compliments to it. All in all, it was sickening. The Rabbit hissed, yes, hissed, as the teller rang up all the supplies.

"T-That will b-be f-forty-seven G-Galleons and t-ten sickles!" The teller stuttered out, as I walked up. Taylor nodded, and, before I knew what had happened, she shoved the rabbit into my arms.

"Hold Salazar for me, will you Brandon!" She said, as she rummaged through her pockets for the right amount of money. I looked down at the demon in my arms, and examined it. What breed was it? I decided I absolutely needed to know. So, as soon as Taylor took the rabbit back from my arms, I turned to the terrified teller.

"Excuse me, what breed is this animal?" I asked, pointing at the rabbit.

"I-It's a cross between Dragon, D-Dementor, Rabbit, and B-Basilisk, p-please, don't ask anymore and l-leave!" That is a very strange combination. How in the hell had they managed to do that?! I twitched, and leered suspiciously at the rabbit. It leered right back at me. I suddenly felt cold and slightly frightened. What in the hell was with this rabbit!

"Ah, Taylor, we gotta go to Flourish and Blott's. C'mon." Taylor sighed, and gently pushed her rabbit into a cage. It tutted sadly as she closed the cage door and pushed a bloody carrot through the bars.

"Poor Salazar, all cooped up in a cage." I rolled my eyes and grabbed one of her many bags.

"C'mon, Professor McGonagall is waiting."

We met up with Sam and McGonagall outside Magical Menagerie, and we started on our way to Flourish and Blotts. We stopped outside a dingy looking store.

"This is a shop where you can get a trunk. You all must get one." We went into the shop and came back out ten minutes later with a trunk each. Taylor's had been enchanted to crawl behind her, as I didn't trust her enough to hold onto it. She placed her rabbit (it took me a while to get used to calling it Salazar) on top of it. McGonagall scrutinized our trunks, before nodding. She continued to the book shop, gesturing for us to follow.

We stopped by the Apothecary and bought Potions ingredients as well as some cauldrons and a set of scales each, before moving on to a store selling telescopes and buying one each. We then, finally, reached Flourish and Blott's.

Flourish and Blott's was... well, weird. I was the one designated to gather all of our school books, as Taylor quickly ran into the depths of the store, leaving the rest of us behind. Professor McGonagall sighed and raced off to find her, Sam at her heels. I grumbled to myself and wandered up to the teller.

"Sir, do you know where I can find the school books for Hogwarts?" The teller smiled.

"Sure thing son! Just go down that aisle there, turn left, and there you are!" I nodded, and set off.

I had just gathered all of the books we needed when I heard footsteps run up to me.

"BRANDON! LOOK!" I sighed and turned. Taylor ran up to me, a small, glittering orange book in her hands.

"What?" She held the book up to my face. "A Simple Guide to Starting Up You're Own Religion by... Adolf Lehrer." I raised a brow at the name. In our world, Taylor's Great-Uncle Adolf was little more than a nutter who planted the ideas of being a God into Taylor's head. He had published a few books on the subject, but I didn't think that he would have existed in this world.

"Great-Uncle Adolf existed here too!" She grinned like a homicidal maniac. I sighed.

"That's great Taylor. Add it to our pile of books and let's get the hell out of here."

After paying for our books, Professor McGonagall turned to us with a small smile.

"Now all we need are your wands, and you're all set! It's off to Ollivanders!" She ushered us down the street. Somehow, I had predicted that something stupid would happen in said store.

Note: And that's the chapter. For those that don't understand, this is being written by the OCs from the future. In the future, they are all married with children. So it is all in past tense.

If you don't get the vault numbers, here:

The Lehrer Family Main Vault is number 444. In the Chinese language, the Chinese number 4 sounds like the Chinese word for death.

The Smythe Family Vault is number 666, the supposedly cursed number of Satan himself.

Taylor's trust vault: 123

Brandon's trust vault: 456

Sam's newly open vault: 789

Get it? 123-456-789. :D