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Dark Lord Rising	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16554 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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When Harry finally stopped spinning, he immediately let go of the portkey—a blank sheet of parchment, strange enough—and fell to his knees, burying his head between his thighs. He fared no better than he had at his first attempt at side Apparation with Minerva, or his first time Flooing, and his head kept spinning, making him sick to his stomach. He felt a soft hand on his back, immediately identifying it as Draco. The blonde was crouched down beside him with a worried expression.
“Harry?”
“Mmm.” Harry slowly lifted his head to blink slowly at his brother. “I’m fine. I don’ think I like the wizard way of travelin’.”
Draco gave him a hand and helped him into a standing position. “You will learn.”
“I doubt it.” Harry grumbled as he looked up. He was then stunned into silence.
The area before him was beautiful. Thick, dark green grass swayed softly, bright splatters of colorful flowers breaking the ended flow of meadow. Foliage surrounded them, leaves of green, orange and red moving gently in the slight breeze. Unseen birds sung harmoniously into the air in a cheery melody. Sweet smells swirled about, thickening the air with aromas of all kinds. But it was what was in the middle of the natural that held Harry’s attention.
Cute little buildings lined into a half circle, both curving sides connected by a large, white marble building at the center. A moving mass of people entered and exited such buildings, a fast paced traffic of bodies. The area was far from quiet, full of conversations and those yelling at pitches and sales, of child’s laughter and animal noises. Harry was already in love with the place. Centre de la Socellerie.
“Where to first, boys?” Harry looked up to find Lucius and Narcissa looking at them curiously.
“Oh, to Monsieur Francis, father!” Draco said excitedly. “Our wands first, please!”
Lucius chuckled. “Alright. His store is closest anyway.”
Harry’s eyes widened as they made their way inside the crescent marketplace. He was going to get his very first wand. Today. Right now.
As Lucius had said, the store was very close. In fact, it was only a few steps away from them. It was a quaint, beige colored store, with gilded swooping letters that spelled out La Boutique de Monsieur Francis. In the crystal clear window sat a gleaming dark wood wand on a plush royal blue pillow with gold trimming. Harry could feel the magic pulsing from the place, growing stronger with each step towards it he took.
A soft tinkling, bell-like noise filled the room as the door opened. Harry scooted closer to Draco, subtly grabbing the blonde’s hand. Draco did not react, other than squeezing Harry’s hand tightly in his own.
“One second! I am coming, just give me one moment!” Came a voice from the back of the building. Harry glanced at Draco, who quietly translated the words into English for him.
Soon as the last word came out of Draco’s mouth, a man bustled into the room. He was a tall man, with a lithe body and long limbs. He had long brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail, and olive green eyes that were wide and friendly. His robes were open and left to billow out behind him in a cascade of black and pale gold.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy! I have been expecting you with your boys!” Monsieur Francis’ voice was deep but airy, and he talked in rapid French. “You are here for their wands, yes? I remember the day I made your wand. You’re real wand anyway. Birch wood fused with Dragon’s fire, a twine core of both dragon and phoenix heartstring. A rare core twine, double fire, but very much acceptable. Good offensive wand.”
Lucius smiled thinly. “Yes, it works magnificently. If you do not mind, Monsieur, may we continue this discussion in English? Harry cannot yet speak French.”
“Ah, yes of course.” Monsieur Francis started again in thickly accented English, eyes curiously on Harry. “Thee ‘oungest and neweest Malfoy. ‘Arry, come ‘ere, child.”
Steeling his nerves, Harry raised his chin and stepped in front of Monsieur Francis. Their eyes locked and Harry felt a wave of magic wash over him, causing him to gasp softly and look away. Monsieur Francis clucked his tongue.
“Zuch ‘atreed in one zo ‘oung. Eet eez not fair for one zo ‘oung to go through zuch zeengz that make ‘im feel thiz way. I shall ztart vith ‘ou. Oui! Come, we go to zee back.” A look of consideration passed over the man’s face. “Non, ve vill ‘ave both. Jumeaux Miroir, bah! I cannot zeparate zeem, cauzez probleemz. Oh vell. Ve go.”
Harry shared a questioning look a Draco, but one look from Lucius had them both scuttling after Monsieur Francis, who had went on ahead of them. They went past rows and rows of thin, long boxes. Harry stared at them, able to feel the magic flowing out of the boxes. Wands. Monsieur Francis caught him looking.
“Zose are premade vandz. For zose ‘oo are unorthodox and cannot vait for zeer personalized one. Zo unprofessional. If zey vant such crap, zey can go to Olleevanderz! But, remember zees ‘oug ‘Arry azeet will ‘elp in ze future—It iz zee purpose of a buzeeness to please itz costumeers. Ve aim to please, okay? Oui! Pleazeer controlz zee ‘uman. Pleazeer, and pain. Remember zat, ‘Arry.”
A shiver went down Harry’s back. Something inside of him resounded with those words. It left a huge impact on him, on his mind. He knew that he was not going to forget those words anytime soon. A small hand grabbed his and he turned to find Draco looking at him concerned, a question in his eyes. Harry shook his head and turned around just as Monsieur Francis came to a stop.
“Oui! ’Ere ve are. My vorkshop.”
The room was divided into five sections. The first section was to Harry’s immediate left, and was an area full of planks of both smooth and grained wood. After that to Harry’s center left was a section of jars full of different liquids, some in vibrant colors and other dull. Center right was the third section that in itself was divided into five sections. Going by what he saw over there, Harry assumed it was divided up by the elements—air, fire, water, earth, and spirit. The last section to Harry’s immediate right was the same as the one before it, divided into five sections for the five elements, but with different items. In the center of the room was a simple table that had many tools on it. Harry assumed it was where Monsieur Francis made his wands.
“Aller! Ve do not ‘ave all day, unfortunately. Go, go! Choose your ingredients!”
Sharing a look, Harry and Draco approached the area with the wood planks. They were uncertain on what they were supposed to do—pick the one they thought looked nice or what?—and so for a moment they just stood there. Then Harry felt a strong pulse coming from one of the woods. He glanced around until one plank in particular caught his eyes.
It was probably the darkest woods out of all of the ones there. Harry stepped forward and touched it, liking the feel of the smooth, cool texture. Now closer, he could see the thin strains of dark and light brown veining in the black. A pulse thrummed under his fingers and Harry knew that this was the wood for his wand. He lifted up the plank and glanced over in time to see Draco do the same with a wood that was also dark, but lighter than his.
“Ah, Ebony and African Black Vood.” The wandmaker’s voice came from behind, making Harry turn around quickly. “Interesting. I vill take zose, and ‘ou two continue on.”
Harry reluctantly passed the wood to Monsieur Francis, already missing the warm feeling it brought, and continues on to the jars full of liquid along with Draco. Now understanding what he had to do, Harry was faster in choosing what he needed for his wand next. Eyes barely scanning the shelves, he was already walking towards one jar in particular.
It was a small jar that was more tightly sealed than the others, and was even separated from the other jars. The liquid it contained was pure white with a faint greenish-blue glow to it. Though white, Harry could tell the liquid was thin, like water. He carefully picked up the jar and held it tightly—though not too tight—between his hands. A glance at Draco revealed that his brother had also found his, a jar full of a clear liquid that somehow glowed faintly with pale red and orange.
“Bazileesk venom and Phoenix teerz.” Monsieur Francis murmured, his brow furrowed as he took the two jars. “Interesting…continue.”
The third was so far the easiest. Harry could feel that compelling pulsing before he even reached the third section. Without stopping, he approached the shelves and plucked a strip of a black, cloak-like that was slightly smoking at the edges. Draco chose a pure white feather that moved as if there was a breeze.
“A piece of cloth from a Dementor’z cloak, Zpireet. Ze feazer of a winged horse, an Abraxan to be exact, Air.” Again, Monsieur Francis. “Go on, to the last one.”
Just as before, Harry felt the attraction as soon as he began walking. He reached out and grabbed a vibrant red, orange, and yellow feather that was nearly as long as his arm and as wide as his hand. To his side, Draco chose a colorful, oval-shaped object that looked like an extremely large fish scale.
“Hmm. A double vor both ov ‘ou, eh?” Monsieur sighed. “Neezer ov ‘ou are eazee, but I vould ‘ave it no ozer way. Let me zee…oh, a Phoenix feazer, Air dominant and Vire. And a Mermaid’z zcale, Water dominant and Zpirit. Vell…one more zing, and I shall start ‘our vands!”
The last thing was measurements. Monsieur was quick to measure their right arm lengths, and then their height. Then he gave them each a ball of puddy and told them to squeeze it tightly. He nodded many times before shooing them out of his workshop and back into the front of the store. Lucius and Narcissa had conjured chairs and sat waiting for them, talking quietly together.
“Zey are done! Oui! I shall ‘ave zeir vands readee in two ‘ours, no more.”
Lucius and Narcissa stood. “Thank you, Monsieur Francis.”
“Non, non.” He waved a dismissive hand. “I vill enjoy thees. But…can I talk to ‘ou a moment, Lucius?”
“Of course.” Lucius shared a look with Narcissa before following Monsieur between the shelves carrying the premade wands.
“I am worried, Lucius.” Monsieur Francis began in French. “They have chose things for such strong weapons. Combinations I have never in all my career seen before. With those wands, I would pray those two find plenty of happiness in their lives, or else we are done. They have the potential to control the world.”
“What?” Lucius frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean those two, but Harry in particular, will grow to be very, very powerful adults. I already have sympathy for any who cross them.”
“What have you Seen, Monsieur?”
Monsieur locked eyes with Lucius, his pupils dilated. “Fear and Death. Pain and Pleasure. Chaos, with them in the center.”
Lucius took a deep breath. “Okay. When the time comes…I will have a talk with them.”
“They will need more than that.”
“Father?” Two contrasting yet harmonized voices called. Two heads poked into the hall, one dark and the other light.
“I am coming.” Lucius spared one more glance at Monsieur and followed the boys out.
“Lucius?” Narcissa spared her husband a quick glance as they left the wandshop.
“Later, my wife, when we have privacy.”
“Father, where are we going now?” Draco asked.
Lucius frowned. “You will need time for your robes to be made, so to De Votre next, I believe.”
Inside De Votre, the was a pencil thin woman wearing flattering, soft green robes with her hair pulled into a loose bun. She was maybe Narcissa’s height, if not a bit taller, with pretty blonde hair and vibrant blue-green eyes. She greeted them with a nice smile and a warm welcome.
“Welcome to De Votre! How may I help you?”
“I need robes for my sons.” Lucius said, and Draco once again quietly translated for Harry. “For the blonde only three sets school robes are necessary, but the raven needs an entire wardrobe. For now he needs only the basics; three casual for both day and evening each, three formal also for day and evening, and also two sets of school robes. And a black winter coat with silver fastenings. The best cloth you have only.”
“Understood. Any particular color schemes?”
“You must ask him. But he cannot speak in French…” Lucius gave her a pointed look and she nodded curtly.
“Understood.” Her accent wasn’t as thick as Monsieur Francis’, of which Harry was grateful for. “Let us begin. ’Ello, boys. If you both will follow moi.”
She led them into a room surrounded by mirrors, and multiple stands so that the customer can see themselves from multiple angles. The woman hummed softly as she guided them onto their own stands and began to collect what she needed.
“My name is Charlotte, but all my friends and clients call me Cherri, so you may too call me zat.”
“I am Draco and this is my twin brother, Harry.” Draco stated, gesturing to himself first then Harry.
“Tweens?!” Cherri laughed. “I could not tell at first, but now I see. You are a little smaller, ‘Arry, non? But I am sure you boz want zee same styles?”
“Yes.” Draco nodded. “Oh, and for Harry’s robes, he wants them one of each in complete black—like our school robes; for his casual day, one in light grey with pale gold inner cloth and black trimming, and the other royal blue with pale olive green inner cloth and silver trimming; for casual evening, one in dark grey with pale lavender inner cloth and dark purple trimming, and the other forest green with black inner cloth and trimming. For formal day, one silver with pale blue inner cloth and black trimming and the other…black with light green inner cloth and trimming; for formal evening another forest green one with the black inner cloth and trimming, and the other midnight blue with silver inner cloth and trimming.”
“Are you sure?” Cherri looked up from her notepad at Harry, who nodded empathetically. “Okay, zen. I will take your measurements, and zen you can go.”
Cherri took their measurements quickly, humming again as she went. Harry stood still as a statue as she did, his eyes intensely on her face as she went. The only other nice woman Harry knew was Narcissa, and also Aunt Minerva, and so he wanted to make a friend out of Cherri. But he didn’t know how. Done, Cherri straightened with a smile and snapped her measuring tape close.
“Alright! You are done, oui? Nozing else?”
Harry shook his head slowly while Draco chirped out a ‘no’. Cherri focused on Harry, her smile slipping a bit.
“Are you okay, chére? Because you are awfully quiet.”
“I’m fine.” Harry practically whispered. Draco came to his rescue.
“He is a little shy, so do not mind him. We will go now.”
Cherri’s smile returned and she reached out to gently ruffle Harry’s hair. “It is fine. ‘Ee will grow and smile more often, yes? You ever need anyzing, ‘Arry, you call Cherri.”
“Okay.” Harry’s cheeks heated and he quickly ran out of the room. Draco laughed and followed after him along with Cherri, who turned to Lucius.
“Your boys are adorable, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“I will have their robes down in an hour, yes? It would usually be less time, but you asked for the finest.”
“It is no problem.”
“Alright. Then I will see you in an hour.”
Cherri waved them out and Harry returned it with a small wave of his own, causing the Frenchwoman to smile bright at him.
They left the robe shop and one place in particular caught Harry’s eyes. It was a small, slightly dusty, old looking shop that one wouldn’t usually notice. Except books were Harry’s passion, and he could sight a bookstore a mile away. He tugged on Lucius’ sleeve and pointed towards the little building that read, La Librairie pour Vous. Lucius frowned slightly.
“Are you sure, Harry? There is a better bookshop down the road.”
“Nope.” Harry shook his head firmly. “I want to go to that one.”
“Me too, Father. I like this one better.” Draco agreed.
Lucius sighed slightly. “Okay. Let us go in, then.”
When the door opened, just like at the wandshop, a small tinkling noise filled the air. A man with messy brown hair and dark eyes looked up from a book on his lap and smiled widely at them. He sat on a stool behind the counter, but stood when he saw them.
“Yes? How may I help you?”
Harry sighed in relief. This was the first person to begin talking in English without the need of Lucius asking them to do so because of him. Being in France without knowing French was more than a bit embarrassing for him, and he swore to learn the language as quickly as possible.
“Yes, I need to sets of school books for my sons. First year Hogwarts students.” Lucius said with a proud glance at the twins.
The man blinked, turning his eyes to them; his smile becoming reminiscent. “Ah, yes. I went to Hogwarts. A snake, through and through.”
“A fellow Slytherin?” Lucius blinked. Harry and Draco were both just as surprised. The man did not look at all like a Slytherin. “A pleasure to meet you, then.”
“Thank you. Oh, yes. My name is Charles Longbottom.” He held out his hand for Lucius to shake.
“Longbottom?” Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “I did not know Alice and Frank had two children.”
“Yeah, well…” Charles shrugged, his lips twisting into a bitter grin. “I was disowned soon as my grandmum found out I was a Slytherin. Then she put up all her hopes and efforts into Neville. Poor kid.”
Lucius finally accepted Charles’ still held out hand and shook it firmly. “Lucius Malfoy.”
Charles smiled. “I know who you are. And last I heard, you only had one son.”
“Then you heard wrong.”
“Ah, then it is my fault, non?” He turned with a smile to Harry and Draco. “And I am assuming these two are to be Slytherin’s?”
“I expect nothing else.”
“High expectations there, Mr. Malfoy, but I have no doubt they’ll get in the House of Snakes. It’s in their eyes. Now,” He clapped his hands together. “If memory serves me right, you two will need The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk, A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling, A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, aaaaand…The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble. Did I get them all right?”
“Your memory is spectacular, Mr. Longbottom. I suggest you take the boys with you to pick up the books. No doubt there are other ones not on the list and not in our library they will want.”
“No problem. If you two gents will follow me…”
An hour later, Harry and Draco had all their school books and then some. While Draco only had one or two books, Harry had a small mountain of books of which he was giddy to read. They ranged from simple fiction books, to a history book on Merlin. They both left satisfied and with a promise to return for a visit to Charles, or Chuck as he preferred to be called, who they both had bonded with. Though there was something strange Lucius had said to Chuck as they left.
“May your scales forever shield you from enemies.”
Chuck smiled and responded with, “And may your venom always kill your foes.”
Maybe it was Slytherin thing, Harry established. A way of saying goodbye in the fashion of the House of Snakes. Or maybe it was a secret code for something. Well, he was sure to find out once he and Draco went to Hogwarts.
Afterwards, they went to L'apothicaire et Trucs for their cauldrons—they could only get pewter much to Draco’s disappointment—crystal phials, and brass scales. Then they had to go to an astronomy specialized store that did not have a name for their telescopes.
By that point, another thirty minutes had passed and the Malfoy family was making their way back to De Votre. But they happened to pass by a place called Animaux de Maurice, from which many loud noises came from. It caught Draco’s eyes and the blonde boy turned to his father, grey orbs wide and begging. Catching the look, Lucius sighed, already defeated .
“Fine. Go on.”
Smiling widely, though quickly composing his face, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him into the pet shop. Harry had no choice but to follow.
“We can only have one pet, apparently, at Hogwarts. A cat, an owl, or a toad. Honestly, I do not understand why anyone would want to have a toad. They are just so…slimy. And gross.”
“I think an owl would be nice.” Harry mused.
Draco glanced back at him. “Then let us go to the Owlery.”
Approaching the feather grounds, Harry looked around curiously.
He scrutinized the dark colored Screech owls, inspected the slightly haughty Eagle owls, deliberated the mean looking Hawk owls, studied the large Barn owls, considered the friendly yet quiet Tawny owls; yet, none appealed to his eyes.
Draco had left him to coo over the Eagle owls, who all seemed to get a kick out of hooting at him. Harry thought he was a lost cause on finding an owl.
That is, until he reached the Snowy owls.
One in particular caught his eye. She—as it was clearly a girl—seemed asleep with her head tucked under her wing, but Harry noticed her golden eyes peek out every so often, always on him. He approached her and reached out to gently pet her soft, pure white feathers. She startled and raised her head to pierce him with a glare. As soon as he met her golden gaze, Harry knew that this owl was the one he wanted.
“Hey, there pretty.” He cooed softly. “Do ya want to come home with me?”
The owl studied him for a moment, before nipping affectionately at his fingers and hooting softly. She fluttered out her wings, flapping them slightly as she jumped from the ledge she’d been sitting on to his shoulder. Her sharp talons dug slightly into his muscle, but he didn’t wince, continuing to coo and pet her.
“Angel. I rather like that name, doncha too? My own Angel.” She hooted and nipped his ear gently. “Angel it is.”
He went back towards the Eagle owls, approaching just in time to see one particularly large one landed on Draco’s head, fluffing his wings as he looked smugly at the other owls. It was pure black, apparently the only one out of the entire group. Draco smiled, reaching up to pet the large avian.
“Draco.”
The blonde turned and smiled at Harry. “Hey, Harry. This is Noir, my Eagle Owl.”
Harry gestured to Angel. “This is Angel, ma Snowy Owl.”
“Excellent. Shall we go tell father?”
“Un.” Harry was following Draco when he heard a voice coming from his right.
“Oh, what a life! Stuck in this stupid cage, with these idiots!” Harry blinked and turned towards the voice.
He only saw the reptile area. Directly in front of him was a cage harboring three snakes, two green ones of different shades and another, a black one whose scales shimmered purple as it moved. He walked closer.
“Shut up, bastard! You think we want to be in here?!”
“I don’t care what you want!” Just as vicious as the apparently disembodied voice, the black snake suddenly struck at one of the other ones, the darker green one, causing it to recoil.
“Jeez, calm down! What are you, a female in heat or something?!”
“I’ll show you a female in heat!” Harry’s brow furrowed as he stepped closer to the tank holding the snakes, watching as the black one furiously led a continuous attack on the other snake.
Their actions shadowed the words spoken out loud. But…it was impossible for snakes to talk, right? At least…talk in English. He couldn’t understand snake…could he? Looking around, he stepped closer, watching the snakes as he listened to the argument.
“Ever since you and that other one came here, all you do is complain, complain, complain!”
The dark green snake recoiled and leapt for the black snake, who jerked away.
“I wouldn’t complain so much if you weren’t here!”
“Oh really!”
The black one moved its head back and forth in obvious irritation.
“Yes!”
“Fine! I’ve been wanting to try to escape this place anyway!”
The black snake suddenly moved away, quickly slithering towards the edge of the cage. Eyes widening, Harry watched as it began to climb up the side of the glass. No way…
Without thinking, he rushed forward. “Wait!”
“What?!” The black snake jerked and turned its head towards him. “Did you just speak to me? Are you a Speaker, then, little hatchling?”
“What is a Speaker?”
“One who speaks the ancient serpent language. One who carries the blood of the All-Father, the once great Naga King.”
“Oh.” Harry swallowed. “So then I am Speaking snake?”
“It’s called Parseltongue, hatchling—.”
“He is clearly an idiot!” The dark green one slithered up. “Look at him! So little for a human! I could eat him in one swallow. Though I don’t want indigestion.”
“Shut it before I eat you!” The black one hissed, jabbing at the other one, who winced and went away. “Little hatchling, if you could be so kind as to take me out of here? I will either die or kill someone if I have to stay here any longer!”
Harry frowned. “I don’t know if I can…snakes aren’t allowed at my school.”
“I am a master in the art of hiding. I can hide either in your room, in your school bag, or even on your arm under your sleeve.”
“I don’t know.” Harry bit his lip. He didn’t want to leave the snake. But to break school rules before he even began…? Even if he didn’t care, Lucius would probably be disappointed in him. And he really didn’t want that.
“Harry?”
He whirled around and found Lucius behind him, frowning slightly. He didn’t see Draco or Narcissa, and assumed they were together somewhere in the store. With a last, longing glance at the black snake, he reluctantly made his way to his father.
“That is a beautiful owl you have there, Harry.”
“Yeah.” He reached up and petted white feathers. “ ’Er name is Angel.”
“I see.” Lucius stared at Harry for a moment. “Are you okay, Harry?”
“ ’M fine.” He resisted the urge to glance back at the snake tank.
But Lucius wasn’t a Slytherin for no reason. “You were at that snake tank a moment ago, before I called you. Do you want a snake, Harry?”
The raven bit his lip. “No.”
Lucius arched a brow at him. “Are you certain? Draco plans on sneaking a miniature Crup into school, though I have warned him against it. Crups eat a lot, you see. I was not aware miniature crups existed, however. A pure white one with crystal blue eyes, at that. It seems he has found himself with two rare pets. What was I saying? Ah, yes. Do you want one of those snakes, Harry?”
Immediately understanding what Lucius was conveying to him, Harry immediately brightened. Not even realizing his actions, he grabbed Lucius’ hand and dragged him over to the snake tank. The black snake rose as he returned.
“You have returned, Speaker. Have you come to your decision?”
“Yes!” Harry chirped, missing Lucius’ surprised look. “My father said I can. If I put my hand in the cage, will you climb up my arm?”
“Of course.”
Harry did just that, using the arm without Angel hanging off it, waiting until the snake was completely on his arm before pulling his hand out and looking up at Lucius. “I want this one.”
Quickly composing his features, Lucius nodded and guided Harry to the cashier, where Draco and Narcissa waited. Draco smiled boyishly and bounced in place when he caught sight of Harry. Noir was still on his head, and he had a bundle of white fur cradled in his arms. The miniature Crup, obviously.
“Harry! Meet Snow, my mini Crup! She is adorable, is she not?” The beast’s head lifted and its clear blue eyes landed on Harry, causing it to let out a soft mewling bark.
“I ‘ave a snake.” Harry lifted his arm and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his new black creature. “But ‘e don’ got no name yet.”
“Oh.” Draco frowned, then brightened. “What about Night—?”
“No.” Harry deadpanned.
Draco frowned. “You are such a git.”
“Better a git than a—.”
“Harry! Draco!” Narcissa glared at them. “Watch your mouths.”
Just then, a slightly robust man approached with a happy grin. “Oui, oui! ‘Ello, I am Maurice! ‘Ou want to buy these pets, non?”
“Yes, please.” Lucius nodded, gesturing at the two boys and their animals.
“Ah.” Maurice clapped his hands together. “Zee rare Eagle owl, eh? People thought a black owl was a bad omen, but no! it is beautiful creature, yes? Ah, the miniature white Crup, too? You have an eye for aesthetics, no? Ah, and you. A Znowy owl; hard to zell in general, but she was a tough one. Mean to everyone, eh? And a—oh. Are you sure you want that one, young one?”
Harry frowned, eyes narrowing. “Whaddya mean?”
“Well, he is one of the most dangerous snake species in the wizarding world! One bite will kill a grown man in mere minutes! A vicious, man-eating killer, that one! Not meant to be handled by a small child.”
“Hah!” The snake snorted. “What crap is he spouting? I am an herbivore, Master. I wouldn’t eat meat if I was starving.”
Crossing his arms, Harry leveled a look on Maurice. “I like ‘im. I want ‘im.”
“But—.”
“If he wants the snake,” Lucius said in a cold voice. “then give him the snake.”
Maurice swallowed. “Y-yes sir.”
Harry left the pet shop satisfied. Angel was in an owl cage, but Nox—the name he decided for his snake—blatantly refused and stayed coiled around Harry’s arm. Draco’s Noir was also in a cage, but Snow was curled in his inner robe pocket. The quartet finally headed for De Votre. Cherri greeted them with smiles and a flurry of cloth when they entered.
“Ah! Mon chére and ‘eez brozer! ‘Ello, welcome back!” She wave merrily at them before heading into the back. “Your robes were ready nearly an ‘our ago! What happened?!”
She came back out carrying two medium sized boxes, one with Harry’s name in flourishing letters, and the other with Draco’s. “Oui! ‘Ere we are! Robes of ze finest quality! Zank you for coming to my ztore!”
Smiling, she handed the boxes to Lucius, who shrunk them and put them in his pocket. “It was our pleasure, Mademoiselle.”
“Oh, please. Call me Cherri! Come back anytime, okay? And ‘ou two come play anozer time, yes?”
“Yes, Miss Cherri.” The two chorused.
She grinned. “So cute!”
As they left, Draco suddenly gasped. “Harry!”
“Yes Draco?”
“We are going to get our wands now!”
“Yes, we are Draco.” Harry said dryly. “Nice one.”
“Shut up! Could you be a little more excited?”
Harry frowned. “I’m excited. On the inside.”
“Do not be such an introvert.”
“I will when you stop bein’ an idiot.”
“Boys!”
They gave synchronized cringes along with a cowed, ‘Yes, mum’. She gave them a stern look as Lucius held the door to Monsieur Francis’ for them.
“Ah. ‘Ou reeturn! Just on time, too! I ‘ave ‘our vandz ready!” Monsieur exclaimed happily as soon as they entered.
It looked like he had just came from his workshop, carrying two black slender cases in each hand; one with Harry’s name etched in gold, the other with Draco’s etched in silver. He grinned at them.
“It vaz a challeenge. But I am not zee great Francis for no reazon! I ‘ave zuczeeded. ‘Ere are ‘our vandz. Tezt zeem out, no?”
Taking his case from Monsieur’s hand reverently, Harry swallowed at the faint thrum of power emitting from the box. With shaking fingers, he carefully lifted the lid and gazed down at his wand. It was nestled in crushed velvet, the bright red bringing out the dark brown and red undertones within the black. It gleamed in the light, and power seemed to radiate from it.
Harry picked it up carefully, gasping softly at the rush of energy filling him. Going along with his instinct, he brought the wand upwards and gently swooshed it downwards. Colorful sparks came out of the tip and he giggled softly. A small laugh not unlike his own caught his attention, and Harry turned to see Draco holding his own wand, also surrounded by colorful sparks. Their eyes locked and they shared identical grins.
“Parfait!” Monsieur Francis clapped his hands together. “Ebony foozed with Bazileesk venom, vith a core twine of Dementor’z cloak and Phoenux feezer, light-weight and very supple. African Black Vood foozed vith Poenix Teerz, vith a core twine of Abraxan feezer and Mermaid zcale, light-weight and flexible. Ze vandz are perfeect, no?”
“Yes, thank you.” The twins said in unison.
“Oui. ‘Ou are mozt velcome, boyz.”
“Yes, thank you Francis.” Lucius said. “We could not have found better quality wands anywhere else.”
“Of course not!” Monsieur puffed up. “I am the great Francis! There is no one better!”
“Yes, of course. If you may excuse us, but we must be off…”
“Ah, yes. Of course.” Monsieur turned to the boys. “Yes, ‘ou two be good to zoze vandz, okay? And be good vith zoze vandz, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” The boys nodded.
As if two eleven year old to-be Slytherins could keep such a promise.
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