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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70336 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Chapter List
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- 12
- 13
(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Last Time:
He never heard Frank say ‘so you’re saying the vampires popped the kegs too soon?’ … however Harry did notice that Trocar and Maria had headaches in the morning and it looked like someone went insane and trashed the living room downstairs, but he didn’t ask questions beyond offering a potion for their headaches …
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“have fun on your play date!” Frank yelled as a deceitfully blonde and blue eyed Harry came down the stairs and went into the main living room of the complex .
Harry rolled his eyes “it’s not a play date. Draco and I are only hanging out” he sighed as Lyra and Libra pawed at the door ready to go meet Draco … clearly they felt it was a play date.
The werewolf nodded in understanding “my mistake … have fun on your date! If you kiss tilt your head to the left” Harry gaped with a light blush and shook his head in amusement, but he didn’t get a chance to comment because of a certain vampire.
Trocar came flying down the stairs and pulled Harry into a hug “IT’S NOT A DATE! He’s too young!” the vampire glared at the werewolf who was laughing uproariously at the outburst.
The blonde child vampire appeared on the couch next to Greyback “calm down Trocar, as you can see Frank is just joking” Maria giggled.
“yeah fine …” Trocar pouted and finally released Harry who was struggling to get free. Trocar casually pulled out his gold pocket watch and sighed “you should go or you’ll be late … no kissing until you’re 13, no sex until you’re 17” Trocar muttered just loud enough for Harry to hear making the wizard press his now fully healed palm to his face to hide another blush before leaving the apartment complex with his kneazles.
Frank finally calmed down and stared at the door where Harry was just a moment ago “he never asked what happened the other time … he knows”
Greyback snorted “a boy that smart never asking what made the present vampires go wacko means yes … he knew since day one”
“that was our fault. If we checked for anything weird in the Dursleys’ blood before drinking from them perhaps we wouldn’t have gone … I don’t even know how to describe what happened to us” Maria pouted.
“you were high as kites that’s what! It was because of the mix of different things in their blood. Good thing is we now know that regular headache potions work on vampires. Other than that we need to use different means of terrorizing them” said Frank as he got up to pull a set of colorfully wrapped presents out from their hiding place deep under the chair.
The wizard’s mentor sighed sadly “I was hoping to keep him in the dark about Petunia, Vernon and the others. I’m sure we not only slipped up, but his owl saw us bring Petunia to the apartment. She’s smart enough to find a way to tell Harry”
Maria shook her head “damn clever owl … I’m glad he knows. Haven’t you noticed that his sleep seems to have improved?”
Sanguini came out of the library and joined them with a couple more gifts in his arms “It is true … Harry looks like a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders” the vampire smiled softly “most people would be concerned about the boy’s lack of response, but after everything … those people didn’t just want him to die, they wanted him to suffer an agonizing death all alone in that prison. How can anyone summon a shred of kindness for people like that? I’m just glad he doesn’t think differently about us”
Trocar let out an uncharacteristically bitter chuckle “Harry has the most open heart and mind of anyone I’ve ever met, but he’s not naïve or foolish by any means. He knows we killed accidently and on purpose before and he … he told me just yesterday, when we were training, that he would kill to protect the people he cares about … I think he knows why we did what we did it. He knows we aren’t heartless … and it is not exactly true that he hasn’t responded. I noticed him half heartedly searching the apartment complex even the cell rooms, but he didn’t go all out”
The dark creatures glanced at each other in silence until Greyback sighed “it still goes without saying that we keep the fact that those five fools are still alive quiet. They will understand why no one should hurt a child and their last lesson will be at the full moon”
Frank nodded “that should be fun, our wolf forms could use some chew toys for a change … there is one thing don’t understand”
“only one?” Trocar blinked in mock shock earning a pout from the werewolf.
“why is Harry being so open with his scars around Professor Prat?” Frank asked curiously.
“he isn’t … not really at least” Trocar frowned as he was met with expectant looks “Harry doesn’t like showing his scars at all. There was a little slip up in Gringotts where the Malfoy family saw his arm, but just because he doesn’t freak out doesn’t mean he’s fine … he just tries to pretend that nothings wrong and frets a little about what people think later though it has gotten much easier for him each time. Now it’s almost cathartic for him to reveal something painful about his past when he forces himself to talk, but Severus Snape is a very different issue. That man spent an entire year seeing nothing more than a spoiled brat when Harry is far from that. Now Harry has a chance to pick apart that impression so that when Mr. Snape takes the potion to detect the compulsions and has them removed he has the full story. Each scar Harry reveals is a slap in the face waiting to happen … not that Harry’s doing it to be cruel mind you”
No Harry wasn’t cruel. Severus just needs to understand the full extent the mind controlling spells go. Trocar was sure this will be a huge reality check for the professor who actually does seem nice when you get to know him and very smart like the vampire mentor. It took seeing one letter from Draco Malfoy for Trocar to figure out who Harry helped in Gringotts.
Maria took on a look of deep thought “those various mind control charms Harry mentioned were very weak, but that has to be the case because you can shatter a child’s mind if powerful charms and potions are used. Dumbles might have strengthened the charms later on, but that begs to question how powerful these charms on Snape are. If this man is as smart and skilled as you say then he must be under something powerful and has been under a long time to not be able to make any obvious connections even now”
“yes … Harry placed the wards and charms for us in the lab so we can floo there to help and not have to worry about sunlight. We will be there when Severus is freed. For the potion master’s sake he better have a good response and come to Harry’s side … Merlin, I wish just one of us could go with him!” Trocar whined sadly.
Frank groaned “we’ve been through this. Hogsmeade set up a law banning dark creatures not long ago and there are wards to enforce it. We can’t follow him there … besides he needs privacy to snog the Malfoy-oof!”
A pillow flew across the room and nailed Frank right in the face. Sanguine took the second pillow away from Trocar before it could be thrown. After that they snuck into Harry’s apartment and started setting up a small party …
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Harry smiled as he approached Flourish and Blotts where he was supposed to meet up with Draco. When the kneazles bolted ahead of him and into the store he knew they found Draco. As he went into the store he found the Malfoy heir sprawled out on the steps underneath two kneazles.
“these kneazles really need to learn some manners!” Draco huffed as he laid out on the steps. Despite the attitude Harry couldn’t help but notice that Draco hasn’t moved yet and seemed perfectly content with the kneazles nuzzling his neck.
“I don’t know what those are, but they aren’t kneazles”
Draco sneered at the voice not realizing that Cache was even more irritated with the bushy haired witch that appeared from behind a bookshelf under the steps. The Malfoy heir quickly righted himself and fixed his dark green robes before moving down the steps to face the witch. The kneazles followed and placed themselves right next to Harry’s feet so they had a good point of view in case they had to attack.
All of the muscles in the kneazles’ bodies tensed drawing Harry’s attention. It was Hermione and he mentioned her to them, but they shouldn’t be that tense. Suddenly Harry’s eyes spotted the reason for their distress as Granger put the pile of books in her arms on the counter to pay for them and turning to shoot Draco a smug smirk. At Hermione’s feet was a cat … a very familiar flat faced long haired cat …
(Crookshanks? … but Ms. Figg is not around so how did she get Crookshanks?) Harry thought in shock even though he didn’t show anything on his face. That was the cat Ms. Figg trained to claw certain people on command … it was usually him. He was positive the cat was deranged and being it was Ms. Figg’s meant that there was no kneazle in him. Actually that made him wonder why no one recognized Lyra and Libra who were part of the squib’s advertising. Of course she probably only put them on display a few times then gave up and took pictures of them so she could claim that they died or something before locking them up, but still someone should be able to recognize them …
“and why is that Granger? You some sort of expert on kneazles?” Draco snarled breaking Harry from his thoughts.
Hermione gave a high and mighty look and smiled “while I admit they look similar to the kneazles that my Crookshanks is related to, but they are clearly missing the mane and therefore can’t be kneazles. You were conned Malfoy. You really should’ve gone to reputable breeder like the one I went to right after school ended” she said smugly as she picked up her cat. Now it made sense to Harry. Hermione went right after school was over meaning before Ms. Figg and the Dursleys left on the cruise. It must’ve been the very day school let out, but after the train dropped everyone off and he bet Ms. Figg altered Lyra and Libra’s appearance with a couple fake manes thus why no one recognized them.
Before Draco could snap an insult Cache chuckled “these are my kneazles miss and while you’re right that the books say the mane is a big indicator I have yet to find a book that says that no mane means not kneazle. In fact most books say that there are several varieties of kneazles meaning there are probably many breeds that don’t have manes”
Draco smirked as the smug smile slid off the witch’s face before glancing at Cache “looks like there is something Granger doesn’t understand. That must hurt. We should go Cache. We are here for a reason after all”
Hermione scowled “find yourself another bodyguard Malfoy? Trying to fill a void since no one wants you as a friend? It must’ve hurt when Harry rejected you in front of everyone”
No one saw Cache flinch slightly. That was something he deeply regretted. Yes, Draco was an ass when he wanted to be, but no one should’ve gone through that. Having your offer of friendship rejected must’ve hurt, but to have it happen in front of all your classmates … he knew that hurt Draco and Harry wanted to make amends someway. He started by never out right asking for a favor in the future like he planned. One look at Draco and he just couldn’t ask and since Griphook never said anything Harry let it go.
It was nearly unseen except by Harry, but Draco did look hurt by the comment “for your information you filthy mudblood, Cache is a friend and friends tend to do things together. Though I suspect you’re unfamiliar with the concept considering you aren’t buying anything for Potter with it being his birthday and all” Draco saw the witch flinch sight and smirked, he knew it was true “I don’t know exactly what’s going, but I know you and Weasel are not Potter’s friends. You better hope he doesn’t figure that out too”
Harry may not have liked one particular word used in Draco’s statement, but he did like the ugly snarl that appeared on Hermione’s face “oh Ms. Granger, you strike me as the type of person who takes books seriously” a flicker of pride came to the witch’s eyes “so seriously that if you read a book that claimed hypogriffs only flew south, but you saw one fly north you’re first thought would be that the planet flipped” Hermione’s face flushed with anger and Draco laughed at Cache’s comment “so I want to warn you that the books you chose contradict each other. Don’t hurt yourself” Cache said sounding like a concerned healer already and succeeded in further infuriating the witch.
As the two wizards left Harry kicked the bookshelf and Crookshanks went mad and started trying to claw Hermione’s face off. That was without a doubt the same cat from Ms. Figg’s and it still followed those signals. Bang on wood for a clawing fit was the squib’s favorite trick to teach. Sadly Ms. Figg never trains them to stop on command so there would be no stopping the cat until he tired himself out …
“that witch is infuriating. She seems to think that she knows everything just because she reads” Draco huffed as he lead Cache to the fireplaces near the center of Diagon alley “sorry about having to meet there of all places. My mother wanted me to check the release date for the next book in her favorite book series. I never expected her to be there. She might have already been there when I arrived” he said and calmed down when the two kneazles nuzzled his hands.
“yeah … for future reference Draco, my mother was a muggle-born witch” Cache looked down at Draco and saw that the Malfoy looked puzzled before understanding settled in followed by sadness making it clear that Draco did indeed regret what he said. Before Draco could open his mouth Cache chuckled “it’s ok you didn’t know. Now we really should go or these two kneazles will drag us there” he said as he saw Libra and Lyra sitting in the fireplace with their tails twitching impatiently.
There was a flicker of relief zipped across those gray eyes so fast that Harry would’ve missed it if he wasn’t watching carefully. They flooed to a new location that was a beautiful town that felt old and filled with history even compared to Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley. Although it wasn’t as impressive as Hogwarts, which Harry still found enchanting despite everything he went through in just one year of school.
“this is a great place to visit. I’m surprised you haven’t been here before” said Draco as they started walking around with the kneazles who were looking around in excitement at the new surroundings.
Cache sighed “there is a downside to being home schooled. I have my mentor in healing giving me things to practice, my potions mentor keeps me constantly busy and my mentor in everything else teaches me between those lessons. Of course it doesn’t help that I learned about being a wizard two weeks before being shipped off to a school run by idiots … doesn’t really much time to explore, but it made the decision to switch to homeschooling easy”
“only two bloody weeks! …” Draco took a second to wonder what that might have been like, but it was very hard “I find it hard to imagine since I was raised by my magical parents in wizarding world, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you were overwhelmed … so you were raised by muggles then” it wasn’t a question. Draco knew that it only made sense and it might explain why he was scarred. His father always said muggles could be cruel. A small part of Draco wanted to comment on scar removing salves, but it seemed impolite to bring that up now …
A smile crept to Cache’s lips as he saw Draco glance at his right hand, which was free of bandages “yeah … my hand is fine, see” Cache held up his hand to show that no wound or even a scar remained.
Draco examined the hand critically before nodding in approval “I didn’t believe your letters being that it was a bad burn. Why did that happen to you and not me?” Draco asked being careful about saying things that he shouldn’t since the oath was still intact.
“every time I remove them they start pulsing as if they become unstable without something to hold onto. Yours had a guest and something about that guest changed things, but once I gave it the coin it became stable again … out of curiosity do you hate Harry Potter? You seem to have an issue the two nuts who like throwing his name around, which is understandable, but what about him personally?” Cache asked as they passed a store with a special sale on broomsticks to apparently celebrate Harry Potter’s birthday, which Harry found monumentally disturbing. It seemed like everyone was celebrating with sales or specials on this day. He shivered in fear as he wondered what would happen if Harry Potter ever appeared to shop on this day. He kept imagining a mob swarming him … scary.
“yes … no … it’s hard to explain … there’s Honeydukes and I’m paying, no arguments” Draco said firmly giving Cache a serious glare.
The healer in training just sighed dramatically “fine if I must, your majesty” he chuckled as Draco pushed him playfully.
The store was filled with people, but it was still easy to see the amazing assortment of colorful candies and sweets lining the shelves. They both got the special, which was a triple chocolate cauldron cake filled with Honeydukes’ never melting ice cream. To Cache’s surprise there were kneazle treats in the store across the street, but then he recognized the name as the store he owl orders his groceries from. He never saw it in person. Trocar told him the name and he started ordering. When he refocused on Draco who was ordering something else that needed both owners to run around busily, but with an eager and happy enthusiasm … what did Draco order?
Draco looked up and smirked as he paid for the sweets “find a place to sit, I’ll be right back”
“ok” Cache shrugged and waited at the counter as the owners of Honeydukes slipped package after package of sweets into a bottomless bag. However the selection of treats going into the bag didn’t seem to end. Draco had bought a box of everything in the bloody store! “ooook … I think he over did it”
Finally after the last addition of a large package of Blood Pops Harry took the bottomless bag, which was weightless thankfully, and went outside with Lyra and Libra. It was crowded near the front of the store where most of the tables were set up so Harry went off to the tables near some trees to get away from the hustle and bustle.
Just as Cache set the two chocolate cauldrons down on the picnic table a voice behind him was heard “I should’ve figured you would go this far away from the mob of shoppers”
Cache jumped slightly before turning to see Draco smirking at him “I was just about to go and find you. How’d you find me?”
The Malfoy smirked and pointed down at the two kneazles at his feet “they came to get me” Harry blinked in shock, he didn’t even notice the kneazles leave his side, but then he didn’t notice much beyond the bloody mob of people so he just shrugged it off and patted both fluffy kneazles “bloody brilliant kneazles” Draco handed over a selection of kneazles treats and Cache pulled out the feeding bowls so Lyra and Libra could eat. Finally the two wizards sat down to get their own ice cream “hand me the bag. I bought a few jars of a marshmallow syrup called Bat Blood Soup”
“along with the entire store it seems” Cache chuckled as he handed over the bottomless bag of sweets “I’m not looking for a Sugar Daddy you know”
Draco raised an eyebrow “a Sugar what?”
The disguised Potter heir snickered “Sugar Daddy is a muggle term to describe a rich guy who lavishes someone with gifts for company. I won’t become spoiled so you can’t buy entire candy stores again” Cache said teasingly making Draco blush slightly.
“it wasn’t that much … I skipped the Acid Pops and besides, we re celebrating your birthday. Spoiling is allowed” Draco huffed defensively as he pulled out a jar of deep red goo “in your letters you explained that you were a couple months younger than me despite the potion warped height so I am within my rights. Older always spoils the younger” Draco stated matter of factly making Cache shake his head with an amused smile. Who would argue with that logic?
An eager Cache dipped his spoon into the cold vanilla ice cream and tried the tasty smooth sweet. It was really his first time tasting the dessert. He could see now why Dudley loved it so much. It was now a favorite treat of his too. Draco however seemed to love the marshmallow goo more than anything. Every bite had to have a dollop of the red syrup and Harry found it very amusing to watch. By the time they got to the chocolate cake making up the cauldron Draco was breaking apart the baked shell and scraping the bottom of the jar to get every smudge of gooey marshmallow sauce …
“that was delicious. Thanks for treating” Cache said with his lip twitching in amusement as he noticed that in the split second it took for him to put the kneazles’ empty bowls away Draco had spelled any of the sticky red mess clean. There was no evidence of the Malfoy heir sucking down an entire jar of Bat Blood Soup … and despite the earlier offer Cache didn’t even get to try it … not that he minded since Draco did stubbornly insist on paying for everything.
Draco smiled with a slight smirk “it was no problem” Lrya laid her head in Draco’s lap and the blonde looked down at her before starting to pet her. Cache saw every trace of the smirk leave his face leaving a soft smile behind “about your earlier question … I don’t really hate Potter. He’s just an ass who can’t see the truth. I know plenty of people like those two greedy ‘friends’ of his. In fact I only seem to know people like that. People who want your name, power, money, but never you”
A flicker of sadness in those gray eyes before they were covered up making Cache frown. Only knew? Surely Draco had real friends and not just kiss ups “you know a lot of people like that”
“yeah … save for you and a classmate named Blaise everyone I know wants money, my name … or to keep tabs on me” Draco muttered and tugged his collar a little revealing a shimmer of a gold chain that held the very coin Cache put the curse on.
The healer in training raised an eyebrow, the point of removing the trackers was so he could leave them behind not keep them as jewelry “should you be wearing that?” Cache asked as he thought about what Draco said. The memory of Crabbe and Goyle flashed through his mind. The two burly Slytherins always seemed more like guards than friends and he can’t recall Draco ever relaxing like he was now back in Hogwarts. No wonder the blonde was sensitive about the issue of false friends.
“it’s fine” Draco shrugged as he covered the necklace with his collar “normally my father is the one they keep tabs on and the Death Eaters are only concerned when we try to go to far for too long. it would be strange if we didn’t move at all and this is a place where I might run into someone who knows about it”
“at least you thought that through … oh, just so you know I’ll be helping out my mentors in their school through most of the year” Cache said feigning disappointment.
Draco looked a little sad that they might not be able to keep in touch as much as he’d like, but any signs of sadness were buried under the proper pure blood mask “we can still owl each other often and meet up over the summers … what school?”
A smirk slipped onto Cache’s lips “Hogwarts”
“ok then-” Draco blinked as the information processed “WHAT?” he snapped looking surprised and happy.
The healer in training went on to reveal who his mentors were, but the surprises went on. Apparently Severus was Draco’s godfather! That was not something Harry saw coming at all. They didn’t have much time to revel in the pleasant news for a flood of people rushed into the town … something about a sale on Harry Potter figurines. The two young wizards left and started walking through the forest.
“hey Draco … why are you here alone? I half expected your parents to come with you” Cache said as they watched the kneazles play around a fallen tree. Sure he was used to doing by himself and he was disguised, but Draco was an heir. Not that he’d let something happen to Draco of course, but it was sill odd.
“you may not realize it, but my family owes you a great debt. It’s much more than being able to relax on a vacation. If something happens like an attack, we can get away safely and even my insane bloodthirsty aunt can’t find us” Draco said seriously as he looked up at Cache “you earned the Malfoy family’s trust and it is tradition to show that trust by allowing the heir to spend time alone with the person who is trusted. Even after we find a way to pay off the debt my family will always help you”
“I see, that makes sense” Cache commented absentmindedly. The goblins would be well versed in pure blood traditions, which means Griphook knew the entire time … so that’s why Griphook didn’t say anything about Cache forgetting to ask for a favor. There was no reason to ask! Clever goblins …
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Remus sighed sadly as he sniffed around “I can’t find Harry’s scent anywhere”
“of course not” Moody barked sternly “it rains here frequently so the scent would be washed away by now. I’m to do the tracking while you’re to identify him if we cross paths. Come on … I have a lead that might be exactly what we need”
The werewolf and retired Auror headed off into park and towards a building that was Florida’s magical district. Remus stopped in the center of the park and observed an enchanting statue of a stone fox trying to break the slightly cracked chains holding its back leg. The glass eyes flashed with such powerful strength and desire to be free. You could tell that if the fox couldn’t break those chains it will take its leg. It almost felt like the statue had a magic of its own, but that is unlikely. According to the plaque this statue was created by a muggle named Sally Crippens so it wasn’t truly magic, but it was no less enchanting.
As Remus ran off to catch up to the grumpy Auror he kept waiting there was a gentle calming pulse of magic from the statue. Sally Crippens used all the ashes from Harry’s burnt cupboard trunk, which means there’s the ashes of a snapped phoenix feather wand mixed into the statue. It truly was magical …
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After Lucius came to pick up Draco, Harry came back to the apartment complex “where is everyone?” he mused as he noticed no one was in the lobby or the from living room “odd … it’s nearly sundown”
Most people here, especially vampires, would be waiting for the stores to open and the sun to disappear. He shrugged it off as Lyra mewed and the three of them went up the stairs. There were 20 or more vampires and 17 werewolves currently living here, but there was no sign of anyone on any floor. Harry frowned as he stood outside his apartment door, but walked in anyway. To his shock his apartment was filled with dark creatures and … colorful packages?
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!”
It was a birthday party. Harry never had one or even celebrated his birthday really. Draco and the residents of Eventide were the first to care. Tears were threatening to come out of his eyes, but that didn’t matter. Harry was happy. Trocar didn’t even let he boy remove the disguise before pulling him to the large pile of present and beautifully decorated cake in the living room. No cared about how he looked and constantly taking off the disguise is were mistakes can happen so they did agree that the disguise shouldn’t be removed often … Harry just forgets sometimes …
Presents were given one at a time and Harry loved each one. He got several books, rare potion ingredients and several other things. Trocar gave Harry his own daggers with a snake carved into the hilt. No one had a problem with the wizard being able to speak to snakes. Apparently it was more popular than people thought … of course after Voldemort who would admit that they have that talent? Greyback knew two paresltongue speakers who were foreigners so it was out there.
“us next!” the bubbly blonde Mike yelled and was going to try to get up, but Greyback made his mate sit since it wasn’t easy for the heavily pregnant man to stand again after sitting. The package was given to Harry who sat next to Mike to open the present.
Harry grinned as he removed “wow, a set of diamonds and … you found it! ‘Ancient Sins Against Nature V1’. Thank you both” he exclaimed hugging Mike.
Diamonds can be used in potions, but aren’t sold because more people want them for jewelry or put in cauldrons. Harry couldn’t afford a diamond cauldron and was going to try to find a more budget friendly approach. As far as the scroll goes Harry bought a scroll at ‘Tombs and Scrolls’ only to discover that the scroll he had was the second in a line of two scrolls. It was annoying because the second volume scroll referenced things from the first scroll like ‘soul magic’ and ‘horcrux’, which was the very he didn’t have. He couldn’t find the other scroll anywhere, but now he could read it.
The cake was sliced up, the ipod was playing music and Maria took a quick trip to get some clean blood and pumpkin juice to go from the White Wyvern. Blood Pops and other treats were passed around … It was a party!
While everyone was enjoying themselves Frank slipped out the door with a piece of cake. The werewolf walked down the stairs. He grabbed a loaf of bread from the kitchen and went to a door in the back near the owlery. Another set of stairs was revealed when the door was opened. Frank continued down into the surprising cozy lower levels with the cell rooms. The cell rooms didn’t look any different from hotel rooms. There were no bars for door just regular wooden doors that are reinforced with powerful wards that keeps the door closed during the full moon. One painting on the wall in the hallway was of a Mockingbird …
“Trocar has an odd sense of humor” Frank muttered as he flicked the mockingbird making the painted bird caw and fly away revealing a door knob. He set the loaf of bread on the ground and grabbed the doorknob and turned it. With a click a hidden door swung showing a hidden room … a very dark hidden room where five prisoners were glaring at him as he slowly ate his tasty cake …
Petunia snarled weakly as she held Dudley “let us go you freaks” she hissed. They all looked pale and skinnier than when they first got there and their clothes were filthy and ragged. In the corner was a couple buckets, one filled with water and one smelled badly. Vernon, Petunia and Marge had fang marks on their necks from when Trocar and Maria tried to scare them … clearly it did work, but having drugged up vampires running scared everyone else too …
Frank stabbed the cake with his fork and slowly chewed the chunk of cake making the prisoners drool. When the cake was swallowed the werewolf grinned “brought you some food”
Without another word he kicked the large bread loaf into the room. As they scrambled for it he spelled the waste filled bucket empty and used a water spell to fill the water bucket with water before shutting the door …
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Draco glared at his godfather who was invited for dinner “you knew the second I told you my friend’s name”
“of course” Severus said with a look of indifference.
Lucius raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow “what are you two talking about?”
“Cache is Uncle Sev’s apprentice” Draco said still trying to glare a hole through Severus who remained completely unaffected by the little Malfoy’s menacing gaze.
“WHAT?” Lucius and Narcissa gaped in a very unMalfoy way and the potion master’s only response was a smug smirk …
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“I can’t wait to try some of these ingredients” Harry said as he put away his presents. Sanguini even made his bookshelves taller and longer to hold all the books.
Trocar sighed as he helped clean the apartment “such a messy bunch” the vampire said as he picked up the clutter, which was only a few Blood Pop wrappers and a couple plates. Not that much really, but Trocar liked things neat. The party didn’t last too long since Harry and the werewolves need to sleep eventually, but it was still fun and since it was the weekend Trocar didn’t force Harry to go to sleep right away “I think it was so sweet of Penny and Mike to ask you to be their healer for their deliveries. I can’t wait to see some little ones running around here!”
“yeah, I just don’t know if I should’ve said yes. I am only a student after all so what if I screw something up or there’s a complication I can’t handle on my own” Harry said as he placed his new scroll on the shelf next to the other scroll completing the set.
“most healers don’t even say yes. You’re the only one who has been helping Harry. That’s how badly dark creatures are treated. Just be there to help and comfort them. That’s already more than anyone else has … and you’re hardly just a student. There are rumors about you all over the magical community” Trocar said as he grinned feeling pride for his student.
The false blue eyes lit up with curiosity “really?”
“yep … something about a prodigy apprentice healer that is approaching healer status faster than anyone” Trocar chuckled as Harry blushed modestly. Problem is the vampire only told part of the rumors. The other part was the ‘smoking hot apprentice healer whom everyone wants a sample of his bedside manners’ …like hell he’ll tell Harry that perverts are after him “oh, Harry you have an owl”
There on the perch above Ami/Hedwig was a dark owl Harry recognized “It’s Severus’s owl, Sinon” he said as he got up to collect a small box that was hanging by strong twine from the owl’s carrier. Sinon must’ve flown in through the open balcony door instead of going through the owlery. Hedwig didn’t seem to mind the owl sharing her perch, but maybe that was because it started drizzling outside.
Harry first gave the owl some food before turning his attention back to the package. His eyes widened as he opened the package and saw a deep blue stone with streaks of other colors “a moonstone” he smiled and placed the rare potion gem on the shelf. True quality moonstones for potions are very rare. It meant a great deal that Severus would give him something like this … the young wizard really wished the potion master reacts well when it’s time to remove the loyalty spells. It won’t be much longer now … he switched to working next weekend with Poppy so he and Severus can do the last steps for the potion for diagnosing problems. Ironically the potions for removing the mind controlling spells take only a day to brew so this will be done soon.
Calming potions are also on Harry’s ‘to do’ list since he doesn’t expect Severus to take this quietly. Speaking of the potion master it seems Sinon left without waiting for an answer. Of course there probably was no need since he’d see Severus the day after tomorrow, but he’ll send ‘Ami’ with a thank you tomorrow anyway.
“moonstone huh … potion masters usually covet those” Trocar said and his red eyes spotted a scar peeking out from under Harry’s sleeve “Harry … I know there isn’t any point in saying this, but you know there are means of removing scars, right?”
“yes … Poppy and Severus have hinted to that a few times. There is a problem though … making the scars go away won’t do much for the damage underneath the skin. After an hour an injury has trouble healing back to full health even with magic. I never had any of my wounds treated before … I scanned myself and found some pretty bad nerve damage …” Harry said as he cleaned some plates, which Trocar immediately took over since Harry apparently wasn’t allowed to do that on his birthday “anyway, nerve damage is exactly what I want to test so I’m going to brew and test the kneazle whisker potion on myself first-… Trocar?” Harry blinked as he saw the vampire looking at him.
Trocar pouted “you have to be careful when you’re brewing ok. Tell me when you start so I can be there in case something goes wrong”
Harry chuckled “alright I’ll do that. I start tomorrow. Can we train with the daggers then too?”
“I would prefer that there were no distractions when you’re brewing an experimental potion. You are only 12 so you are not allowed to be blown up. We can do a little training with them though if you want. I won’t hold back as much during training just so you know” Trocar said, he was dead set on helping Harry get stronger and faster. If it meant keeping Harry safe he will help.
In the morning Harry started toasting some kneazle whiskers like he did before and got his quartz cauldron ready. Even though Trocar wasn’t there yet he wanted to start. The toasted grounds were sprinkled in the boiling water and the reaction started. First the potion turned pale green and it seemed to do nothing beyond that. Harry frowned wondering if he should try something, but then he jolted back a bit as the solution started bubbling violently.
But why?
Nothing touched or stirred it and boiling too long would have a slower reaction so what happened?
Thinking fast Harry threw up a shield and ordered the kneazles to get behind it. As the felines got safely behind the shield he looked for what caused the reaction. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a sparkle …
It was the diamonds! They were reflecting sunlight from the open shelf over the kitchen counter and onto the potion. Potions were brewed in artificial light except for moonlight and diamonds are for soaking so he never thought this could happen. With a little wandless magic the diamonds were turned making a strip of rainbow light to flicker away from the potion. The bubbling stopped leaving a clear water like potion with slight wisps of color in it as if the light was trapped in there …
“hey Harry-ahh! What happened? Why is your shield up? Are you hurt?” Trocar yelped as he rushed over to Harry who absentmindedly canceled his shield. He didn’t even realize that the shutters and blackout shades closed when Trocar came in.
“I’m fine Trocar … I just saw a surprising reaction and thought it was best to be safe” Harry said as he turned the burner off. The slight flickers of colors mesmerized him, but was it safe to test? “I think I finished my first batch. I want to see what happens when it settles”
Trocar sighed “ok, but I’m applying it” he said ready to get help if this potion backfires in any way. After a few minutes Harry removed his shirt to chose a bad deep scar on his back and Trocar applied a couple drops to the scar. The vampire was actually relieved when nothing happened since that meant nothing bad happened either “it doesn’t look like anything happened”
“I don’t know about that … maybe we need to check after some time passes. Until I’m sure I won’t make another batch” Harry said as he put his shirt back on. Maybe it was stubbornness, but he wanted to give this potion a chance. With his mind preoccupied with what happened with the potion at the moment a certain new scroll laid on the bookcase completely forgotten …
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