Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
12,099
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64
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Errands
Thanks to all those who reviewed!!!!!!!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter, its a bit short and kind of tedious, but there were a few things to get settled before the action really starts.
A/N: in CetteFille's review, it was mentioned that the signet/tattoo plotline has been used before, but i just wanted to clarify: it was my lazy way of giving Harry ink w/o having to actually take him to a tattoo parlor, and the signet idea was something i have read before, but for the life of me i couldn't remember which author/authors to credit, but it does serve my purpose of illustrating just how powerful Harry and the Potter family are (or is it the Potter family he gets his power from?). I am sorry to any author who feels that i have infringed on his or her works, that was not my intent, and i hold you all in the deepest regard. This should be as far as my laziness goes with plot devices, unless you count a few "Dumbles suck/Harry rocks" cliches. thanks to those who have already reviewed!!!
P.S. I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!
And now, on with the show!
Chapter 2: Errands
Harry emerged from his vault some time latter, after only stopping briefly to find the deed to his most well fortified estate. After using a drop of his blood to bind himself to the property as its official guardian and key himself into the wards he gathered several thousand Galleons into a bottomless pouch and made his way back up to the surface. “I’ll have to reset the wards and cast a fidelus (sp?) when I arrive,” Harry noted to himself as he stepped into the bright midmorning sun blanketing Diagon Alley. He intended to make a few stops before he left for his new home to get some rest before he came into his magical inheritance that night.
Harry’s first stop after departing the Wizarding Bank was to Monsieur Le’Soie’s Clothier’s to find a suitable replacement for the hand-me-downs he was currently attired in. When he stepped into the up scale shop he was greeted with a look of distain by the woman behind the counter before she made her way over to him. She quirked an eyebrow at him when she noticed the signets resting on his hands. “What may we do for you today, Lord…”
“Potter. And I am in desperate need of more fitting attire, as you can tell,” Harry said with a roguish smile, “Something fitting of my status. The Lord of the Potter and Black lines cannot be seen dressed as I am. I had heard in passing from the young Lord Malfoy that you carry the finest Wizarding attire in London. If I am indeed as pleased with the results as he was I will be placing a substantial order later in the week. Now, I need a set of your finest dress robes that can be fitted for me today, as well as something less formal for now.”
“Of course my Lord. I had been wondering when you might grace us with your presence,” Harry gave a slight bow at this before she continued, “I think it should not be a problem at all. Now, let us get your measurements so we can begin.”
A short time later, Harry emerged from the shop looking like young royalty. His fine black silk trousers fitted him to perfection, as did the bright red silk Italian shirt. The black robe he wore was immaculate and flawlessly trimmed in the finest sliver. His hair had grown out over the past few years to his shoulders and was tied back with a simple leather chord, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone displaying a fair amount of smooth, tanned skin. To put it simply, as Harry made his way to the Optometrist the attendant had suggested, he looked rich, young, and very sexy.
Harry entered the Optometrist’s office and was pleased to see that there was no one waiting in the reception area. The young woman behind the counter smiled kindly at him when he approached her and said, “Good morning sir, do you have an appointment?”
“No ma’am, I was rather hoping you had time for a walk in. I have a rather important stop to make today, and these glasses are dreadful. Do you think you could fit me in?” Harry asked with his most charming smile.
“I don’t think that would be a problem, just fill out this form as best you can and the healer will be with you shortly,” she said while handing him the check-in form. On it were all the standard, mind numbing questions all medical offices asked: name, birth date, outstanding problems, etc. Harry was unusually eager to fill out some of the blanks though, it would be his first chance to use his actual name outside of Gringott’s, and he would finally get the help with his vision he needed. The young woman blushed slightly when she read his name when he returned the paper back to her before placing it in a box behind the partition. Harry sat down and picked up the Daily Prophet on the side table in the waiting room, only to find that his little exodus the night prior hadn’t been as covert as he had thought. The head line read in large bold letters, “BOY WHO LIVED DISAPPEARS!!!” and continued on offering little more than speculation as to if Harry had been kidnapped or run away, but it did ask that anyone with information contact the MOM or Hogwarts. Harry shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh.
“Oh well,” he thought, “they will figure out I am alive soon enough, after that, they won’t be able to find me.
Harry looked up when the witch from the reception desk called from the door the office proper, “Lord Potter, the Healer will see you now.” Getting up Harry made his way to the witch and offered a polite nod before she led him to an examining room. Unlike he would have expected however, instead of having to wait an unpleasant amount of time with nothing to occupy himself before the doctor entered, he was only seated in the plush leather chair for a moment before the door to the exam room opened again to reveal a wizard in his mid-forties with slightly graying hair clothed in the traditional white healer’s robes.
“Ah, Lord Potter, so very good to see you this fine day. I am Healer Sonquest, now what exactly would you like today? It says here you need an updated prescription and a new set of frames, but would you like to see if we could completely heal your eyes?”
“Um, yes I think that might be best. Is the procedure painful?” Harry asked.
“No, not at all. Just a simple spell on each eye depending on just what the issues with them are. Now just relax, and I will run a scan. Okay, one, two, three!” About twenty minutes later Harry exited the office and was looking at the world more clearly than he had ever imagined possible. Looking at his watch he saw that it was only about 10 minutes past nine, just enough time to stop by Olivander’s before heading for his last destination before leaving for Villa Del Giglio*. When Harry entered the wand shop he was greeted once again by the wizened old sorcerer that he met seven years earlier.
“Lord Potter, I expected to see you again! I do believe you would like a diagnostic on your wand? Is that correct? To make sure it has not been tampered with, yes?” the elderly wizard said with a twinkle in his eye. One that was much more comforting than Dumbledore’s, his always seemed slightly nefarious Harry thought.
“Indeed Mr. Olivander, I have a sinking suspicion the Headmaster may have placed inhibitors or tracking spells on it, if not both,” Harry said conversationally giving Olivander a wry grin.
“Well, let us see…”Olivander said taking the wand and casting spell after spell upon it, “…yes, yes…it does seem to have been greatly dampened, as well as have several high powered tracking charms in place. I can remove them, of course, but I dare say that the Headmaster will know almost immediately. Do you wish me to continue?”
“Judging from the headline in the paper this morning, I would wager that good old Dumble-fuck already knows I am no longer under his control. Continue if you would please.”
“Very well,” he said and about 11 spells later Harry’s wand was returned to him. The moment he picked it up he could feel the difference as the wand channeled his magic properly for the first time in years. “That will be 12 galleons, 4 sickles and 3 knuts Lord Potter,” Olivander said. Barely looking away from his wand Harry threw 15 galleons on the counter, smiled a beaming smile of thanks, and dashed from the shop.
Within 15 minutes Harry had made his way back to his room in the Leaky Cauldron and had his things packed and shrunken before he headed down the to the crowded common room of the pub. Harry quickly paid Tom his tab and stepped inside the fireplace with a pinch of floo powder and yelled, “Ministry of Magic!”
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TBC
* Villa Del Giglio roughly means Villa of the Lilies in Italian
Please R&R!!! once again a cookie and a gold star for the best reveiw!!! last chap's award goes to CetteFille!
A/N: in CetteFille's review, it was mentioned that the signet/tattoo plotline has been used before, but i just wanted to clarify: it was my lazy way of giving Harry ink w/o having to actually take him to a tattoo parlor, and the signet idea was something i have read before, but for the life of me i couldn't remember which author/authors to credit, but it does serve my purpose of illustrating just how powerful Harry and the Potter family are (or is it the Potter family he gets his power from?). I am sorry to any author who feels that i have infringed on his or her works, that was not my intent, and i hold you all in the deepest regard. This should be as far as my laziness goes with plot devices, unless you count a few "Dumbles suck/Harry rocks" cliches. thanks to those who have already reviewed!!!
P.S. I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!
And now, on with the show!
Chapter 2: Errands
Harry emerged from his vault some time latter, after only stopping briefly to find the deed to his most well fortified estate. After using a drop of his blood to bind himself to the property as its official guardian and key himself into the wards he gathered several thousand Galleons into a bottomless pouch and made his way back up to the surface. “I’ll have to reset the wards and cast a fidelus (sp?) when I arrive,” Harry noted to himself as he stepped into the bright midmorning sun blanketing Diagon Alley. He intended to make a few stops before he left for his new home to get some rest before he came into his magical inheritance that night.
Harry’s first stop after departing the Wizarding Bank was to Monsieur Le’Soie’s Clothier’s to find a suitable replacement for the hand-me-downs he was currently attired in. When he stepped into the up scale shop he was greeted with a look of distain by the woman behind the counter before she made her way over to him. She quirked an eyebrow at him when she noticed the signets resting on his hands. “What may we do for you today, Lord…”
“Potter. And I am in desperate need of more fitting attire, as you can tell,” Harry said with a roguish smile, “Something fitting of my status. The Lord of the Potter and Black lines cannot be seen dressed as I am. I had heard in passing from the young Lord Malfoy that you carry the finest Wizarding attire in London. If I am indeed as pleased with the results as he was I will be placing a substantial order later in the week. Now, I need a set of your finest dress robes that can be fitted for me today, as well as something less formal for now.”
“Of course my Lord. I had been wondering when you might grace us with your presence,” Harry gave a slight bow at this before she continued, “I think it should not be a problem at all. Now, let us get your measurements so we can begin.”
A short time later, Harry emerged from the shop looking like young royalty. His fine black silk trousers fitted him to perfection, as did the bright red silk Italian shirt. The black robe he wore was immaculate and flawlessly trimmed in the finest sliver. His hair had grown out over the past few years to his shoulders and was tied back with a simple leather chord, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone displaying a fair amount of smooth, tanned skin. To put it simply, as Harry made his way to the Optometrist the attendant had suggested, he looked rich, young, and very sexy.
Harry entered the Optometrist’s office and was pleased to see that there was no one waiting in the reception area. The young woman behind the counter smiled kindly at him when he approached her and said, “Good morning sir, do you have an appointment?”
“No ma’am, I was rather hoping you had time for a walk in. I have a rather important stop to make today, and these glasses are dreadful. Do you think you could fit me in?” Harry asked with his most charming smile.
“I don’t think that would be a problem, just fill out this form as best you can and the healer will be with you shortly,” she said while handing him the check-in form. On it were all the standard, mind numbing questions all medical offices asked: name, birth date, outstanding problems, etc. Harry was unusually eager to fill out some of the blanks though, it would be his first chance to use his actual name outside of Gringott’s, and he would finally get the help with his vision he needed. The young woman blushed slightly when she read his name when he returned the paper back to her before placing it in a box behind the partition. Harry sat down and picked up the Daily Prophet on the side table in the waiting room, only to find that his little exodus the night prior hadn’t been as covert as he had thought. The head line read in large bold letters, “BOY WHO LIVED DISAPPEARS!!!” and continued on offering little more than speculation as to if Harry had been kidnapped or run away, but it did ask that anyone with information contact the MOM or Hogwarts. Harry shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh.
“Oh well,” he thought, “they will figure out I am alive soon enough, after that, they won’t be able to find me.
Harry looked up when the witch from the reception desk called from the door the office proper, “Lord Potter, the Healer will see you now.” Getting up Harry made his way to the witch and offered a polite nod before she led him to an examining room. Unlike he would have expected however, instead of having to wait an unpleasant amount of time with nothing to occupy himself before the doctor entered, he was only seated in the plush leather chair for a moment before the door to the exam room opened again to reveal a wizard in his mid-forties with slightly graying hair clothed in the traditional white healer’s robes.
“Ah, Lord Potter, so very good to see you this fine day. I am Healer Sonquest, now what exactly would you like today? It says here you need an updated prescription and a new set of frames, but would you like to see if we could completely heal your eyes?”
“Um, yes I think that might be best. Is the procedure painful?” Harry asked.
“No, not at all. Just a simple spell on each eye depending on just what the issues with them are. Now just relax, and I will run a scan. Okay, one, two, three!” About twenty minutes later Harry exited the office and was looking at the world more clearly than he had ever imagined possible. Looking at his watch he saw that it was only about 10 minutes past nine, just enough time to stop by Olivander’s before heading for his last destination before leaving for Villa Del Giglio*. When Harry entered the wand shop he was greeted once again by the wizened old sorcerer that he met seven years earlier.
“Lord Potter, I expected to see you again! I do believe you would like a diagnostic on your wand? Is that correct? To make sure it has not been tampered with, yes?” the elderly wizard said with a twinkle in his eye. One that was much more comforting than Dumbledore’s, his always seemed slightly nefarious Harry thought.
“Indeed Mr. Olivander, I have a sinking suspicion the Headmaster may have placed inhibitors or tracking spells on it, if not both,” Harry said conversationally giving Olivander a wry grin.
“Well, let us see…”Olivander said taking the wand and casting spell after spell upon it, “…yes, yes…it does seem to have been greatly dampened, as well as have several high powered tracking charms in place. I can remove them, of course, but I dare say that the Headmaster will know almost immediately. Do you wish me to continue?”
“Judging from the headline in the paper this morning, I would wager that good old Dumble-fuck already knows I am no longer under his control. Continue if you would please.”
“Very well,” he said and about 11 spells later Harry’s wand was returned to him. The moment he picked it up he could feel the difference as the wand channeled his magic properly for the first time in years. “That will be 12 galleons, 4 sickles and 3 knuts Lord Potter,” Olivander said. Barely looking away from his wand Harry threw 15 galleons on the counter, smiled a beaming smile of thanks, and dashed from the shop.
Within 15 minutes Harry had made his way back to his room in the Leaky Cauldron and had his things packed and shrunken before he headed down the to the crowded common room of the pub. Harry quickly paid Tom his tab and stepped inside the fireplace with a pinch of floo powder and yelled, “Ministry of Magic!”
****************************************************************************************************************
TBC
* Villa Del Giglio roughly means Villa of the Lilies in Italian
Please R&R!!! once again a cookie and a gold star for the best reveiw!!! last chap's award goes to CetteFille!