Naga Inheritance

Okay, so I know I said I'd just ignore the rude people but EVE has particularly irritated me. First of all, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, I said as much in my summary, I don't know how to get a beta, I barley know what one is, so all the suggestions in the world wont make me get one, maybe if you explained HOW I could get a Beta it'd be a helpful suggestion, but you don't, so kindly keep your mouth shut. Secondly, it's MY story, I may not own all the characters but I own the plot and I'll write it whatever way I want to. If you don't like how I write it then there is a simple solution, DON'T READ IT. see simple. Lastly, this is a fanfic, a fanfic in which harry is used to extreme pain. I imagine that suffering near daily beatings from his uncle is a lot worse than a few piercings and a tattoo or two. I'm going to continue writing whatever and however I want to. I'm going to continue adding notes in whatever way I want to. I'm going to continue working without a beta until I find out how to get one. That's it, end of story, no discussions.

Anyways, to the people who have not put me in a bad mood, thank you for reading my story, I hope you like it, on with the next chapter. ^^

XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Seven XXXHPDMXXX

Harry stepped once more out of the fireplace. he had been practicing flooing steadily for the past hour, passing between the different fireplaces of his new home. He was no expert at it, and he still hated traveling by floo, but at the end of the hour he no longer fell every time he stepped out of the fireplace.

He had only taken the time for a quick tour of his house, and to meet his house-elves, before he began practicing. Although he had to many house-elves now to remember all of their names, he had at least learned the name of his head house-elf. Her name was Krissy. She was the oldest house-elf Harry had ever seen, with a braid that trailed past her feet and partway down the hallway. Although she did wear a pillowcase, it was neat and in good shape, in fact it almost looked more like a plain dress than a pillowcase. Krissy was very intelligent and did not fear Harry in the least. Instead she treated him like a disobedient puppy for not arriving sooner than he did. It seemed than Griphook had informed his house-elves that he would be coming. Some elves had chosen to stay and continue caring for the houses that they had lived in before, but many of them had chosen to come and care for harry.

Harry glanced at the clock and decided it was time to get ready, he would have to leave soon if he wanted to reach the hotel before Damien and his friends. He dressed and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, he wore only enough glamor to hide his less human features, he had gotten contact lenses and doubted he would be recognized without them.

He walked to the hotel he had claimed to be staying at, he arrived just before a crowd of about five people walked up. They were laughing, surprisingly cheerfully for people wearing so much black. That is not say that they were wearing all black, mixed among the dark colors were greens, purples, and reds, splashes of colored paint on an ebony easel. As they approached him Harry smiled slightly, attempting to be friendly.

"Ahh, at last, there he is!" said an excited Damien. "He's the one one I was telling you about earlier." A slight blush lit both Damien's and Harry's cheeks, though for completely different reasons. Damien decided it was up to him to introduce everyone. He turned to Harry, "You already now Antony, but this is Trisha." He pointed to a girl with dark purple hair and matching lipstick. "Lisette." was the other girl with black hair, a shade lighter than Harry's, and a green corset. "And Gabriel." Gabriel was, predictably, the polar opposite of Damien. Damien had brown hair and Gabriel's was blonde. Damien had light blue eyes and Gabriel's were almost black. They both wore black with touches of red. "Gabriel's my twin." added Damien. He spoke again at Harry's incredulous look. "I know we don't look alike but we're actually identical twins. Gabriel dyed his hair so we could be told apart. We were born with different colored eyes. (Yes I know that would make them non-identical, but the are a medical miracle so there.) 'And you'd think that that'd be enough to tell us apart, but noooo, the world just has to be filled with idiots. Damien sighed, then he turned to his friends, "This is Harry."

"Harry?", said Lisette, studying his black hair and deep green eyes, "Are you Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded, surprised and a little upset that he had been recognized, and in muggle London too.

"I'm a witch," said Lisette by way of explanation, "though these lot are muggles."

That made Harry feel a bit better.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, now where have I heard that name before?" asked Antony, his brow furrowed. "Oh yeah, you told us about him." he said looking at Lisette. "He defeated that Moldevort guy, right?"

"It's Voldemort," said Harry quietly, happy that only Lisette showed any true recognition of the name. "and I didn't defeat him, my mum did, I was only a baby at the time."

Hearing Harry's slightly depressed tone Damien decided to act. "Come on," he said grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him along. "Dark Moon awaits!" he grinned happily as his friends followed half a pace behind him.

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Hope you liked it, I'm sorry for being so........ bitchy earlier. Some people just really irritate me. anyways, thank for reading and I hope your life is good, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^