Naga Inheritance

Yay for the reviews, I waited a while to update, well it was a while to me, about the Hermione thing, I didn't think I'd have to explain, but if I do what ever, Hermione is betraying Harry, she has been being payed, since year one to be Harry's friend, her parents are being payed since their daughter's being a good little spy. About the Voldemort thing, I haven't decided about that yet, I haven't even decided if Voldemort is evil or not yet, I've made Harry dark, not evil, so if Moldy Shorts is evil then Harry's not gonna join up with him. Oh, and if anyone one has any suggestions for a familiar for Harry they'd be very much appreciated, I want him to have at least two, one magical creature and one nonmagical one (other than Hedwig). The nonmagical would be best as some form of cat or serpent I think. Anyways, on to the chapter.

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Harry was overjoyed that no one recognized him as he made his way through the Leaky Cauldron, he'd hated the place ever since his first visit when every one had crowed around him, anxious to me the famous "Boy-Who-Lived".

He made a polite nod to Tom, the bartender. Tom could recognize Harry even in the disguise, it was Harry's favorite after all. He had been good friends with Tom since he was thirteen, Tom had even helped comfort Harry after Sirius was lost in the veil. He still was not completely over it, but at least he no longer wanted to slit his wrists at the sound of Sirius's name.

He continued on his way, dropping his glamor as he walked out the door to muggle London. He walked around a bit and soon found what he had been searching for, a goth clothing store (Hot Topic! Just kidding).

He walked in hesitantly and crept slowly up to the counter, endeavoring not to make much noise, Harry hated noise. Harry soon realized he had no idea how to shop. Harry carefully approached the clerk, hoping for a bit of advice.

"Excuse me?" The clerks head jerked up in surprise, Harry had been so quiet that the clerk hadn't even realized he'd come in. However now that he did realize Harry was there, he couldn't help but be appreciative. Dark, handsome, a little on the short side, he was perfect. the clerk thought he must have died and gone to hell, because no angle could possibly be that sexy.

"Hi, how can I help you." he put on his most charming smile and hoped to god Harry was gay.

"As you may be able to tell," started Harry, "I'm in desperate need of a new wardrobe." The clerk readily agreed.

By the time he was done shopping Harry had many new outfits, tons of accessories, and a new friend whose name was Damien. (By the way, Harry is a bit slow about somethings, so he doesn't know Damien likes him, but he is gay, well as gay as someone scared to death of touch can be.)

"So," said Damien as he ended his shift and left the store, "You have clothes, in very good taste if I might add, and you look all dolled up and ready for a night on the town, so where do you want to go?"

"Well," said Harry carefully, "I was thinking about, perhaps, getting some piercings."

"Really? Awesome! I know the perfect place! Come on." he said practically charging past Harry, who smiled and followed the hyperactive teen, jogging to keep up.

After many twists and turns, down strangely named streets and past abandoned apartment buildings, Harry struggling to carry his new clothes the whole way, when Harry was thoroughly convinced that Damien had gotten the both lost, they finally stopped.

A small store stood in front of them, darkly painted, with a sign that proclaimed, Snakes' Den. Harry brooded aver the name for a moment, before following Damien inside.

The first thing Harry noticed when he entered the store was Damien, snogging with a guy Harry had never met. Harry's face grew very red. When the kissing couple broke apart for air Damien introduced Harry and the boy, whose name it seemed, was Antony.

For the THIRD time that day, Harry was asked if he needed assistance. "I was hoping to get some piercings, and perhaps," he glanced around at the drawings that seemed to cover every inch of the wall, "a tattoo as well."

Antony grinned. Piercings were his job, tattoos were his passion. "Well," he said, pulling a box of piercings from beneath the counter," "Which ones do you want, and where."

Harry walked up and peered inside the box, he picked some black studs and a small silver hoop for his ears. he wanted a stud in each and the hoop in the top of his right ear. He also selected a silver stud for his left eyebrow. He decided against getting a nipple ring, yet. He picked out, for his tattoos, a black dragon and a white one intertwined in the yin yang symbol for his lower back. he also got a black bracelet like design for his right wrist( for anyone who's read DNAngel, its a bit like the bracelet Diasuke's dad gave him for his date in the 9th book). It had curving black extensions coming off of it, they wrapped partly around his hand and wrist. The ebony tendrils looked almost as though they could move, and grow, like a living vine, wrapped around his wrist. he wondered absently if they could be enchanted to do so and resolved to find out at a later date.

'Gorgeous' thought Damien as he watched Harry pull his shirt back on. 'Hmmm, wonder if I can convince him to come to the club tonight.' "Hey Harry," he said, deciding to ask, "me and some of my friends are meeting at Dark Mood, a club that just opened up, and I"m wondering if you wanna come? It'd be the perfect place to show off your new clothes."

Harry thought for a moment, before deciding to agree, after all he was a free man now and could do as he wished, without risking his uncle's wrath. "Sure, what time are we going?"

"Tenish," said Damien, wishing he could grin as he wanted. "We could meet here if you want".

"One problem with that," said Harry, a half smile on his face, "I couldn't find my way back here if my life depended on it."

"Then I don't suppose that will work." said Damien with a laugh. "Do you now somewhere else we can meet?"

"No, I don't usually come to m- London." Harry hoped they hadn't noticed his slip. He didn't want Damien and Antony to know he was a freak. No, he would hide from them his freakishness, he hoped it didn't contaminate them. His eyes clouded over slightly, and when Antony touched his arm, he flinched. At the looks of confusion and worry on their faces he forced a smile and played it off as nerves from being in a new, unfamiliar city. they didn't push for answers, but they also kept a closer watch on him, having seen such behavior before.

"Where are you staying, we can come and pick you up."

Harry thought quickly and named a muggle hotel near the Leaky Cauldron, "The Queens Crown.", he could always floo to the Cauldron and walk from there.

They all agreed and split up, harry needed to get to his new house, the packages weighed a lot, but after he got far enough away he shrunk them and Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, from there he flooed to the Marauder's Den.

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So that's it for this chapter, it's a bit longer than the last one at least. Than you for all your suggestions and review. I hope your life is happy and fulfilling whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
P.S. I have a poem in the poetry (No duh) section, it's called paper dragon, it has nothing to do with this story and I don't expect you to ready read it, but I will add the next chapter faster if it gets reviews *Is not above bribery*.