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Shades of Grey	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 103955 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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Chapter 12

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Standing in front of the mirror, Harry wasn't sure whether he should be horrified or have a laughing fit. It was so strange to look into something, expecting to see yourself, but have Draco Malfoy staring back at you. It was almost surreal! However, since they were going out in public, he was practicing expressions that he had seen on Draco's face. Most times, when he encountered the younger Malfoy, that was a version of a sneer. He doubted that was Draco's normal expression, so he was going for something more neutral than that. Hopefully, no one would look too closely at them and see anything 'off' because he didn't think he could manage to act like that prat if he tried. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head then looked down.

Right now, he was dressed in his normal clothes, the Muggle version. As he didn't have any robes that were for everyday wear, just for school and formal, he wasn't sure how they were going to pull this one off. It was a sure bet that Draco wouldn't go out into public in something like he wore, let alone the shape those clothes were in. Rubbing his face, he sighed and shook his head. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to get a wand, he wouldn't even think about going through this, just letting Lucius and Snape go into town and get whatever.

He was attempting to comb his hair into the style that Draco usually wore when Lucius came in with a robe draped over his arm. Smirking, the elder Malfoy asked, “Having trouble, Harry?”

“All kinds,” Harry sighed. Gesturing to his clothes, he said, “That's just the start. We all better hope that no one decides to stop and talk to us because there is no way I can sound like your son or hold a conversation that wouldn't have anyone thinking Draco had lost his mind.” Though he sounded like Draco, his speech pattern, and how it came out, wasn't even remotely close. Looking into the mirror at Lucius, he grinned then said, “And there is no way I'm calling you father!”

Giving the young man a smirk, Lucius nodded. “We assumed there would be issues. However, we've come up with a few things. I agree, there is no way that you can successfully pull off being Draco so Severus charmed us some necklaces to wear that have a notice-me-not charm on them.” Giving the one he had in his hand over to Harry, he explained, “That will keep most everyone away. If someone we do know approaches, one of us will take you elsewhere. All you will have to do is nod.”

Relieved, Harry took it and slipped it on. “That's one problem taken care of.”

“I'm going to transfigure your clothes into something similar to what Draco would wear under his robes then shrink one of my own robes to fit you. Then I'll give an assist with your hair. That will make you passable. The rest, if someone does approach, say nothing. Nor will you have to call me by a name as I'll be close or Severus will.”

Relieved, Harry nodded then let Lucius handle things. By the time the older man was done, he at least looked like Draco and his hair was in a style that the younger Malfoy would wear.

Stepping back, Lucius looked him over with a critical eye then nodded. “That's passable. I think it's the best we can do. Any other concerns?”

As they had taken measurements for clothes earlier and Snape had cast a diagnostic on his eyes to get the prescription needed, the shopping for clothes and glasses wouldn't be hard. The rest... he was sure they would manage there. Only one other thing came to mind. “We're Apparating, aren't we?” When he saw Lucius nod, he said, “You might want to make sure we 'land' somewhere out of the way as I'm sure I’m not going to be graceful with that and my stomach is going to try to turn itself inside out again.”

That wasn't something Lucius had thought of, actually. Nodding, he said, “Yes, that's something we need to handle. Draco has side-alonged for many a year so he wouldn't have an issue. We'll make certain to appear somewhere no one will notice.” Looking at the young man, he asked, “Anything else?”

Shaking his head, Harry shrugged, “Nothing, I don't think, other than can we stop somewhere to get owl treats?”

“That shant be a problem. There is a small pet store in town that provides them.” When he saw the young man in his son's appearance nod, he told him, “Come, then. We have a lot to do today.”

Coming in the backdoor to a tavern called the Wayward Witch, Harry stuck close to Lucius' back with Severus right behind him. They were here to visit a wandmaker by the name of Rostov. He was the one that specialized in wands for those going to Durmstrang.

After stepping up to the bar and conferring with the man behind it, Lucius then led them up a set of stairs to what he said was a private room that the wandmaker was using for his clients. Having Harry take a seat at the table that was in there between himself and Severus, Lucius then nodded to the wizened old man seated across from him. “We need to get a wand for our young charge here.”

Though the man appeared so old that his wrinkles had wrinkles, the spark in his sky blue eyes told Harry that there was nothing wrong with his mind.

Nodding, Rostov peered at the young man. “This isn't your son, Lucius. Polyjuice?”

Giving a brief nod, Lucius said nothing. Rostov dealt with many people that fell into the dark side of shady so he would say nothing about it. However, he wasn't going to give up any information he didn't have to on it either.

“Yes, very good. Just so I know what I'm working with. I'm gathering he's younger?” The old man asked as he began to look for something on the table among the piles of wands, papers and other things.

“He's a couple months younger than my son,” Lucius told him shortly.

“Replacement wand or new?” Rostov asked as he pulled out a box then removed what looked like a battered old wand from it. Though it looked like a wand, it wasn't as intricately carved as the ones Harry had seen in the past. The only markings on it were up the side that had lines etched into it with some kind of runes beside them.

“Replacement,” Severus told him bluntly. “The last one he was using he burnt the core out of.” Though he wasn't up on wandlore or had more than the basic knowledge of it, saying something like that was his way of at least giving the most basic of information on powerlevels so it wouldn't take so long to find the right one. Or so he hoped anyway.

“Oh really?” Rostov asked, eyebrow arching as he looked at the young man. “How interesting! That's rare.” Schooling his features into something business-like, he said, holding out the battered wand. “Take this, young man. It'll give me an indication of where to start looking for something for you.”

Taking it, Harry felt the wand heat up in his hand then there was a line that began to appear on the side of it where the markings were. Slowly, it started to climb through them, starting out as white before gradually changing colors as it climbed up the side, something like what you would observe with a thermometer that you put into something. Watching it, fascinated, Harry's eyebrows went up when it kept climbing and was headed towards the very end of the wand, turning an increasingly bright shade of red as it did. “What does this show anyway?” He asked, softly.

“Your powerlevels. And they are... astounding,” the old man told him, voice having a tone of distraction. “Oh, you are a strong one, aren't you?”

Fascinated, Harry watched the line on the wand keep climbing until it was at the very end of the wand and blinking a fire engine red color.

Reaching over and taking the wand out of the young man's hand, Rostov looked at the runes then said, “My, my, my! You are among the strongest I've ever seen! That will narrow down the search for the perfect match considerably!” Standing up, he then began to search through a myriad of cases that were cluttered and strewn all over the floor. After about five minutes of fumbling and muttering under his breath, he came back holding what looked like a shoebox. Nodding to all those seated, he said, “This is all I brought for that powerlevel as it's so rare. One should do the trick. If we can't find a match, I can have more here tomorrow or I'll craft one for him that's custom made. I think I should find a fit though.” Pulling out a longish, dark colored one, he handed it to the young man, “Try that. Dual core of dragon heartstring and unicorn hair.”

Taking it, Harry felt nothing but gave it a swish anyway. The only thing that he managed to do was send a case off the floor crashing into the wall so hard it was embedded in it.

“No, not even close,” the old man said taking the wand back. Handing him another, he said, “Runespoor fang and thresal tail hair.”

Taking it, Harry felt it heat up but it didn't connect the way his other had. Giving it a swish, immediately most of the papers on the table caught fire.

Putting out the flames, Rostov grabbed the wand back, “No, not the reaction we're looking for.” Looking excited, he handed over another wand.

Sighing, resigning himself to this being as bad as when he got his first wand, Harry gave it a swish, wincing when all the windows broke.

A half an hour, and the almost complete destruction of the room they were in, later and the box was empty. None of the wands were suited to him. Slouching down in his chair, Harry looked at the empty box gloomily then muttered, “Sorry,” to the two men he was with.

“There is nothing to be sorry about,” Severus gruffed.

“This just means we'll have to come back to find something for you,” Lucius told him softly. “It happens.”

Looking at the list of the wands that had been in the box, Rostov didn't look the least bit disgruntled. Instead, there was an excitement there. “It isn't often I have such a tricky customer! No, this is good.” Rubbing his chin as he perused the list, trying to connect what might work with the powerful young man, an idea began to form. Looking up, glancing at each of the faces, he asked, “I have one more wand that might work. It's not new but ancient. If you're willing...”

Willing to give anything a shot, Harry shrugged, “Just so it works, I don't care if it's new!”

Lucius and Severus both nodded as well.

Standing, the old wandmaker went to his suitcase then fumbled around before pulling out a ebony box the size of the cases most wands came in. Carrying it over to the table almost reverently, he sat it down then opened it with the greatest of care. Gently removing the wand from it, he handed it to the young man. “Try that.”

Taking it, Harry felt it grow warm in his palm, almost as though it were coming to life. Then it connected to his magic in a way even his phoenix feather one hadn't. The sensation that started at his palm then began to dance through his system was like that pleasant tingling one got when touched in a good way. In this case, it was more intense, almost erotic in nature. Even that, though, wasn't right. There wasn't anything really sexual about it, just a similar kind of connection was all. Once the tingling encompassed his whole body, the wand began to throb in his hand until it seemed to meld with his own heartbeat. Then there was a jolt. When it finished, the wand felt like it was an extension of his being, like another body part that he could easily control in such a way. Looking at the old man, he saw a big grin there.

Nodding, pleased, Rostov said softly, “Give it a wave.”

Doing that, warm sparks of all colors shot out the end. The wand had chosen him. Grinning, Harry muttered, “Brilliant!”

“At long last, the Grey Wand has found its owner,” Rostov told them, a satisfied look on his face. “I know not its whole history but my father and grandfather had it before me and no one was suited to it. It's powerful. Some could overcome it but it didn't choose any of them.” Looking at the young man, he nodded, smiling, “It's thirteen inches, slightly springy. The wood is English oak and elder woven together with wormwood. The core is basilisk venom suspended in unicorn tears. So powerful but doesn't lean to light or dark.” Looking intently at Harry, he said, “No one but you can wield it since it's chosen you. It will violently reject anyone that tries. Keep it close to you, young man. It will not only protect you but will help you manage your powerlevels.” Leaning back in his chair, looking most pleased, Rostov looked at the three seated across from him, a smug look on his face.

Intrigued, both Severus and Lucius looked at the intricately carved wand Harry was holding. One glance told you it was old. Interesting.

As they had spent plenty of time there and had much to do, though he wanted to question the wandmaker on the history, Lucius knew it was time they went. “How much?”

“Nothing,” Rostov told him with a shake of his head. “I didn't make the wand. Nor am I sure that anyone knows who did. I was just its caretaker until it found its rightful owner. It has, so that ends my involvement in it.”

Nodding, pleased with that, sure something such as that wand would be outrageous in price, Lucius asked, “We need the protection spells put on it. All you have.”

“There is no need,” Rostov told him with a smile. “That wand protects its owner viciously. The ministry will never be able to dump a spell on it or use it to trace the young man. He's protected better than any spell I could find.”

That Severus liked then nodded. “Very good.”

Standing, Rostov held out his hand to Harry, who immediately took it then shook. “Protect her well, young man, and she will protect you. Now, I must ask you to go. Other customers to deal with...”

Nodding, the three stood then took their leave.

Once they were on the street and making their way towards the optometrist, Severus said, keeping his voice low, “Most interesting! Leave it to you to need something such as that.”

Unable to help it, Harry grinned, “Yeah. Only me.” However, as good as that wand felt and how it fit him, he was more than willing to ignore all the trouble they had encountered.

Late in the afternoon, a very tried Harry was in the pet shop looking around. From his perspective, they had not only been in almost every one of the Wizarding shops in Glastonbury but quite a few of the Muggle ones as well. His head was swimming more than it had been after his first trip to Diagon Alley. On the upside, though, he had a whole new wardrobe of not only robes but Muggle clothes he liked, the Wizarding version of contact lenses, enough books, both for school work and pleasure, to fill a library, plenty of sweets and all kinds of other things. They had eaten a nice lunch at a small cafe for a break, something he had liked since he got to drink a Coke. Now, they were on the last stop of the day to get the owl treats for Hedwig. As the apothecary was right next door and Snape needed some ingredients, he and Lucius were just looking around.

As this was a store that catered to Wizards, all the strange and unusual pets he had seen before were here plus others that were more exotic in nature. Fascinated, he was wandering around while Lucius was looking at some things. Back in the back were tanks upon tanks of snakes. As he could understand them, he found it fun to just wander and listen to what they were saying. Mostly, he ignored it, chuckling internally as he listened to many of them argue back and forth, looking around. Occasionally, he stopped to look at some like the black mamba, boomslang and other things but wasn't that interested. That was until he got to a tank that supposedly contained a black snake. As he well knew, those were common as dirt, nothing special about them other than this was a magical one. There was something about the snake, and what it was saying, that drew him, though.

Brow furrowed as he listened to the snake moan about how much the spell was hurting him, how it was miserable and that a temple protection cobra shouldn't be treated in this manner. When it seemed to stop moving and lay there, exclaiming it was sure the spell was killing it, he wondered what to do. Looking at the label on the tank, making sure it said black snake, he then looked back at the slithery creature. Indeed, it looked like a black snake but there was something off. As it lay there heaving, it seemed to ripple slightly in the way some spells seemed to do. That was very odd.

Looking up, he tried to spy Lucius. He could see the older man about an aisle over, looking at something or other in a book about peacocks. As he was too far away to get his attention by just a nudge, he then looked down at the snake before giving an internal sigh. Not wanting to draw attention, he called, “Father? Can you come here a minute?”

Startled, Lucius glanced up then looked Harry's way. When he saw the young man beckon him over, he tucked the book back where it had been then went in that direction. Once he was next to the young man, he asked, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong, this is just strange!” Harry told him softly, glancing around. Then, quickly, he told the older man what he heard and was observing. After he finished, he said, “I could talk to him and see what's up, but I don't want to draw attention to myself.”

Knowing that was prudent as only two beings were known to speak Parseltongue, Lucius nodded. Looking at the snake, he could see what the young man was talking about. That was most assuredly strange. Though it was legal to own a temple protection cobra, they couldn't be imported as they were considered sacred animals. As far as he knew, no one in the British Isles bred them either. It was odd.

Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Lucius cast a muffliato so no one could listen in then said, “You're right, this is odd...”

“What is a temple protection cobra anyway? I've not heard of one.”

“They are very rare animals. Very magical. They are larger than your average cobra with two sets of fangs. One are venomous and the other is for healing. They stay in the temples to protect the magic that is there. It's quite odd to see them outside of India.” Straightening up, Lucius tried to think what to do. As this was a mere animal, normally he wouldn't bother. However, the breed of the snake and what it did was something intriguing. Even he hadn't seen one outside of pictures before. That was something that interested him. Thinking it over, he said, “Go ahead and ask it what happened. I'll make sure no one overhears.” Seeing Severus come in, he motioned the Potions Master over.

Crouching down, making it look like he was curious about the snake, Harry asked, “What spell is on you, do you know? You look like a black snake to us.”

Rearing up with its upper body off the ground in a way Harry had only seen cobras do on telly programs, the snake said, “You speak! You speak snake tongue!”

Nodding, the young man smiled, “Yes. What spell is on you that hurts?”

Hissing angrily, the snake told him, “The man that brought me to this wretched place from my home wanted me to show off. I was but a youngling when he smuggled me out of my homeland. When I began to grow, I began to frighten him. So, rather than keep me or make sure I went home, he cast a spell on me to look like a common snake then sold me to this shop! As I grow, the spell confines my body, making it hurt. Young one, get me out of here and I will forever be loyal to you! I will protect you the way I would protect my temple.”

Translating what was said to Lucius and Severus, who had come over, Harry looked at them, “Can we, I don't know, do something to help him?”

Casting a spell to determine what had been cast on the creature, Severus could see that it had been hit with a shape changing spell that was probably causing the young serpent that was still growing a great deal of pain. Razor sharp mind skipping to how much the creature's venom, both kinds, was worth and the potions it could be used in, not to mention the diamonds formed from it, he couldn't resist. “Ask him if he would mind giving venom on a regular basis.”

Nodding, Harry asked that.

“Not at all! It's been so long since I’ve used it, I have excess. I will do so when asked if you get me out of here and this wretched spell off of me!”

Relaying that, the young man looked between the two. “What are we going to do?”

Glancing at Severus, Lucius then looked at the snake before saying, ”With his offer to protect you, we'll take him home. You can talk to him, so he'll be safe. Just ensure that he won't harm any of us or the elves.”

Reaching out to touch the tank while Severus went to get the clerk, Harry relayed that then said, “I have an owl. She's special to me. Don't harm her either.”

“No one will be harmed, young one. I will only harm those that wish to hurt those I vow to protect.”

After telling Lucius that, Harry smiled then asked, “What's your name? Or do you have one?”

“That fool that took me from my home called me Clarence. Clarence! Can you imagine that? My name gifted at my birth was Kaliya, a true and majestic name for a male of my species, very fitting.”

“Then Kaliya it will be,” Harry told him softly. Standing when he saw the clerk approaching with the box that they used for such animals, Harry whispered so that the snake could hear him, “Just don't hurt the clerk. We'll get you out of here.”

Babbling happily, pleased to get rid of such a common animal so she could replace it with one of the more exotic ones, the clerk gently put the snake into the box while offering discounts on any supplies needed.

Shaking his head, Lucius said, “That we have. However, some snake tonic will be needed. He doesn’t appear well.”

After casting the warming charm on the container, she smiled at the three standing there then nodded. “We have a special blend of it we get from an animal healer. He's been here a while so is rather thin as they don't like the confinement. If you follow me, I'll get it for you!” Handing the box to the youngest, she hurried off towards the counter.

“Come. I believe we have everything. You have the owl treats?” Lucius asked, looking at Harry.

Holding them up, making sure to keep a firm grip on the box with the snake in it, Harry nodded, “Ready.”

“We should be headed home then,” Lucius said, guiding them towards the counter.

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