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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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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
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The young wizard smiled as the kneazles purred … it seems they liked the names …
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“this isn’t working” Harry sighed as he leaned back in his chair and put his pencil down. It has been five days since the Dursleys left and he hasn’t found out a way to get to Gringotts without possibly getting caught. He has been writing down theories, but nothing added up right “I need an extra ingredient” he musings were broken as the two Kneazles bolted down the stairs playing with a bucket. One of the buckets that the Dursleys so kindly left in his cell for him.
Unfortunately it was the water filled one, which meant water went flying everywhere! Harry couldn’t help but laugh though despite the mess. He was just happy that the kneazles were improving and playing. Libra’s limp was almost gone so it must’ve been from being stuck in a tight space.
Hedwig flapped away in a huff as the playful balls of fur went skidding into her perch … or Vernon’s chair. Harry decided to clean up the water that was splattered around. He followed the trail up the steps drying everything with a simple spell he learned in another book as he went.
In order to keep himself from going crazy on the potion problem he has taken breaks to focus on charms. He has become quite good, but not good enough to fix his clothes to fit his new height so he was running around in a sweater and jeans from Dudley’s closet. The extra slack made it fit better than expected on his tall frame, but he was dying to get clothes that fit him for once.
When he made it up to the cell he saw the attic panel on the floor “oh right … I forgot that was left open” he remembered what happened when Vernon beat him before leaving. Hedwig clawed her way through the panel in an effort to help him. it didn’t even occur to him until now that she must’ve been getting to hunt through there … he shut all the other places after Lyra and Libra came to trust him.
But this did make him curious … what did the attic look like?
Thank Merlin for his growth spurt, it was all to easy to climb up to the attic space with the cot under him.
“this is bigger than I thought” his jaw dropped as he looked around the cupboard sized room with only an owl cage on the ground. The floor was done, but there were no walls up except one, which meant he could tell there was no insulation except under the floor. The ceiling was slightly slanted towards the wall with the window. He only knew about the attic because of his various chores.
One year he had to put Christmas lights up all over the home and happened to notice the small circular window was broken in a way so that it couldn’t lock, but he never saw in the dark room. It was also easy to figure out where the access panel could be considering there was only one room on that side of the house next to the bathroom … the coat closet or his new cell as it would seem. He confirmed it by cleaning the closet a couple years ago and poking the ceiling there with a broom handle until something moved. It was something he kept in mind ever since in case it came in handy.
Clearly it did …
“not big enough to hide myself, but I can hide my potions, books and ingredients neatly with some adjustments. That way I can keep doing things when the Dursleys return without risking getting caught by leaving the-… except”
The idea was promising, but where will he keep his kneazles now? He needed a real home to run to. Either way this made Gringotts a big priority so he climbed down to the cot and went back to focusing on the potion for his disguise.
“I have a good idea with the ingredients I have, but it needs a binder” Harry blinked as he spotted the kneazles “hey Lyra, Libra I know this will sound odd, but could I have two of your whiskers for a potion?” the felines tilted their heads cutely, but started pawing their faces. Sure enough three loose whiskers popped off “thank you both” he said gratefully as he picked up the whiskers.
With great care he ground the whiskers, poured them in a bowl and put them in the oven. Kneazle whiskers were used as binders for some potions, but weren’t considered all that special. It wasn’t enough whiskers, but a little toast might help like with the mandrake root.
He had nothing to lose …
Everything to gain …
The cauldron was set up, the toasted whisker grounds were taken out and he started …
A counter to the potion was considered too as the potion simmered. Four vials were set up and he quickly snuck outside to the back. After plucking a gold flower and a blue flower he ran back in just in time to stir the bubbling gray liquid and mix in the kneazle whisker grounds.
One blue petal was placed in the bottom of one vial …
One gold petal was placed in the bottom of the second vial …
The final dash of bat wing was placed in the bottom of the third vial …
Best case scenario is that he’ll end up with blue eyes, blonde hair and something to remove the fake color. The fourth vial will is skin color, but he will need to stick his finger in for that one.
As he poured his clear potion into each vial he waited for the potion to cool just enough so he could put his finger in, but not enough to settle and not accept the color.
*crash* the loud sound was followed by a pained mew that had Harry abandon his potions and run towards the commotion. Lyra had crashed into the china cabinet and a platter crashed onto her.
“it’s ok Lyra, I have you! Stay still Libra, there’s glass on the floor” Harry flicked his wand while saying the repair spell. All the glasses reformed as if nothing happened and the platter floated back to its original position “are you ok Lyra?” he asked as he kneeled next to the kneazle. Libra padded over and nuzzled Lyra’s muzzle. Harry waited until he was sure Lyra was alright. A moment later he chuckled as she started walking around like nothing happened “you two will give me a heart attack … crap the potion”
The young wizard sighed and went back to the kitchen, but it was too late … the potions were set.
Each vial was different. The first was a blue color. The second had different shades of gold swirling around. The counter potion was gray … maybe. And the last potion which was meant to take his skin color was white.
Really the skin color was important to cover his distinctive scar, but maybe he can get away with this. He eagerly picked up the vial with golds and put a little on his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair and washed his hands. To his relief his hands didn’t become gold so he knew he could wash it off before it dried. After putting caps on each vial he took them upstairs and looked in the bathroom mirror.
Instead of black hair he saw natural looking golden locks … that strangely enough didn’t seem as unruly as it was, but soft and wavy. With this development fueling his excitement he put his glasses aside and picked up the bottle filled with blue. He took a Q-tip and drenched one end. The vial was opened and Harry dipped the wet end in the potion. A single drop fell in each eye … Harry tossed the Q-tip away, put the cork back in the vial and put his glasses back on eagerly waiting for the results. Gray eyes in the mirror should turn blue, but …
His vision began to blur …
It quickly got worse and worse …
“what the hell? … oh no” Harry was suddenly gripped by fear. Did he ruin his eyes? Is something wrong? He ripped off his glasses with the intention of putting the counter potion in, but he suddenly stopped when he realized that he could see better without his glasses …
His eyes weren’t getting worse … they were getting better!
Harry gaped as his vision became better … sharper … clearer … and more colorful? He knew he was colorblind. Reds and greens were his downfall. He got used to relaying on his hearing and smell to know when a potion changes stages. However, Harry never really realized how bad his eyesight was until it was healed! The grays changed completely to show other colors including the counter potion to his new potion … it turned red … not that he knew which was red and which was green yet. It was all gray before …
“… bloody hell … is this because of the kneazle whiskers being toasted?” did that process unlock a healing quality no one knew was there? It was amazing! Several questions and possibilities whirled through the wizard’s mind as he stared at the blue eyes reflected back at him.
Until, that is, he remembered that this was not the point …
For now he had to focus on getting to Gringotts. Once he went shopping then he could figure all this out. Sapphire eyes landed on the botched potion which was supposed to be for his skin color. He shrugged and grabbed another Q-tip, opened the vial with milky liquid, dipped one end in and held his hair back to dab the lightening bolt scar.
The effect was surprising … the scar disappeared! After giving the potion a second to dry he touched the spot where the scar was. He could still feel it, but couldn’t see it. Maybe there’s a limit to the healing effects? This wasn’t a normal scar after all.
Either way it was time to go …
First he made and ate a large lunch, cleaned his cauldron and stored his potions on the counter. He gave the kneazles some food before jotting down a quick list of each ingredient he took from Snape and the amounts. Of course he added some other ingredients for potions that might prove useful, like the dreamless sleep potion. That would be good to keep the Dursleys out of his hair.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to Gringotts” Harry informed Hedwig, Lyra and Libra as he grabbed his new … and apparently red ipod and put the now empty bottomless bag in his pocket with his wand … well, nearly empty bag, it still had the cloak. He spotted the pamphlet he received with the ipod and decided to check out the place after he makes a withdrawal. He did need more muggle things than wizarding items anyway.
With a grunt he jumped over the back fence and left through the neighbor’s yard. He glanced down at the grass under his feet. Grass was greener or so the phrase goes … so that was green.
It was only a few minutes away to the Leaky Cauldron so he took his time enjoying the crisp detail provided by his new vision.
The pub came into view and his heart began racing. This would be the true test of his disguise. Will the owner Tom recognize him? Time to see … he opened the door and walked in …
Tom looked up and smiled … not one trace of recognition in his eyes “hello there. I’m Tom the owner of the pub. What is your name? I haven’t seen you before, you visiting?” he said kindly as he looked at tall skinny blue eyed blonde.
(Crap! I forgot to pick a name! think, think … think faster!) for some reason his mouth spat out “Cache Devant Vous, I just moved here. I came to check out potion ingredients” the name he choose seemed right, it was a little French he learned when Vernon was practiced to meet a French speaking client … he was looking for a promotion by getting more than one language under his belt. Harry got more out of it than he did and no, he didn’t the promotion …
In his panic Harry didn’t pronounce the accents so it didn’t sound too much like French, which meant it wouldn’t be an immediate give away …
“ah, a budding potion master I take it” Tom chuckled at the teen lit up.
“I’m hoping” ‘Cache’ smiled.
“alright, good see to someone so young taking an interest. Come on, I’ll show you how to get in Daigon Alley” Cache followed him pretending that he did not know how to get in already “just tap the bricks in a counter clockwise formation like so and you’re in” Tom explained as he took the ‘newcomer’ around back and tapped the brick wall making the bricks realign revealing the streets of Daigon Alley
“cool, thanks Tom!” Cache shook Tom’s hand and took off into the streets. Thankfully it wasn’t as busy as the first time he came there with Hagrid so he found his way to Gringotts in no time and soon found himself fidgeting nervously under the glare of a goblin sitting behind the counter “umm … excuse me, I’d like to talk to the goblin in charge of my vault please”
The goblin sneered “what’s your name?”
The fake blonde glanced at he people around and gulped “umm … if it’s all the same I’d like to identify myself through blood. If that’s alright?!” Harry almost squeaked as the goblin glared down at him. He took the dagger he was given and cut his thumb revealing the red blood … so that’s red. The cut healed quickly and Harry handed the dagger back to the goblin who actually stunned at the results.
“I see … follow me” Harry followed the goblin who was wondering why the young wizard would feel the need to hide his identity …
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Dumledore smirked as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth and relaxed in his home “everything is going to plan … Severus almost became an issue though” the wizard frowned as he reflected back on an event from just after the train left Hogwarts …
Flashback
The headmaster smiled as he went into Snape’s office “the train has departed. Time for a nice long break”
“indeed” said Severus as he collected some things to take home “Albus, Potter attempted to discuss something with me before departing”
“what about?” Albus Dumledore asked curiously though the twinkle in his eyes lessened slightly.
“his living conditions, but he didn’t say much. I think I guessed correctly about him simply wanting his broom” the potions master sneered.
Dumbledore sighed sadly “I know he loves to fly, but he lives in the muggle world. Maybe when he’s older and a little more responsible”
Severus shot the headmaster a wry look “you’ll be waiting awhile Albus. I can’t imagine any Potter as ‘responsible’ in any way” the headmaster chuckled at the comment and bid Severus farewell.
Flashback Over
“that was close, but looks like Severus’s opinion of James Potter and telling him some tiny lies about Harry’s home life made Severus judgmental enough to assume things … if Severus ever learned the truth I would have to kill him. The boy has a big problem with abuse, but I need to mold Harry properly and it requires a bit of work … no matter. I doubt Harry will keep looking for help after being shut down so many times.”
Dumbledore smirked, his plans were falling into place nicely. Harry Potter will be his faithful weapon and die to kill Voldemort. Then he will get all the glory … Snape will be dead before he can find out the boy is just being used as a sacrificial lamb. The potions master would be dangerous if he discovered the truth.
“Soon he will depend only on me, it’s not like he can go anywhere without my knowing because of my three perfectly placed trackers” Dumbledore snapped his fingers as he remembered something “I almost forgot to pay Ms. Granger, Mrs. Weasley and young Mr. Weasley for keeping Harry in line and informing me. The Dursleys need their check too”
A moment later a withdrawal was made … from one of many from the Potter’s vault, it’s not like the boy needed the money when he is destined to die …
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Harry frowned as he raced after the goblin (I can understand not being able to keep up with Professor Snape, but goblins too … I need to get an exercise routine going) he thought as he was lead to a room.
“master Griphook will be here momentarily” said the goblin as he turned to leave.
“ok, thank you” Harry flinched as the goblin glanced at him before leaving. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like the goblin was surprised by something … was it him being polite that shocked the goblin? The young wizard didn’t have time to think further on it because another goblin came in and shut the door before sitting at the desk.
“have a seat Mr. Potter. I am Griphook, the manager of you vaults. I must say it took you long enough to meet us. That’s not a good way to handle finances” the goblin sneered with a disapproving glare.
“please call me Harry, Master Griphook … wait, what do you mean vaults? I was told I had only one. And what do you mean by ‘took me so long’? I didn’t even know I was being contacted” said the very confused wizard as he sat in the seat across from the master goblin.
Griphook pinned the boy with a glare “your magical guardian was supposed to explain this and as far as contacting you the owls should’ve reached you months ago, before school”
“I haven’t received any owls” Harry said after thinking a moment “and this will probably sound like a stupid question, but … who’s my magical guardian?” the young wizard gulped nervously as he was fixed with another glare. Goblins may be small, but they were scary …
“Mr. Pot- … Harry, your guardian is Albus Dumbledore and you have 30 vaults in your name from your mother and father. As far as the mail situation … that will be rectified immediately, but first why are you suddenly quite a bit taller and look so different? I sense no concealment of any kind” the master goblin sounded a little impressed.
Harry felt his cheeks heat up with pride for his potion and anger, he was ticked that Dumbledore was the one behind this “Dumbledore told me I had only one vault … right sorry, umm … as for my appearance I managed to get some potion ingredients and develop a potion to change my appearance … I didn’t think it would be a good idea to be recognized and I brewed a height restorer” he did tell the truth … he just tiptoed around he fact that he stole the ingredients and why he needed them …
Griphook seemed to fall silent and almost looked concerned “a height restorer is only used in extreme cases of abuse” Harry flinched, he didn’t tiptoe as well as he thought “were you abused? Answer honestly, it may help in the future if you decide to take it to court” Harry nodded tentatively “are you still being abused?”
“yes” Harry fiddled with his left sleeve nervously.
“whether you knew about Dumbledore being your guardian or not it doesn’t matter. He was your headmaster, did you talk to him about it?” Griphook asked bluntly.
Harry nodded “I begged him to help me, but he said I had to go back to my aunt and uncle’s for blood protection … they are muggles who don’t like magic and he has a squib watching me too apparently and sending reports … I was lucky enough to over hear Ms. Figg whining about that”
The goblin scowled, no goblin liked Dumbledore. He was a manipulative old goat who always wanted his way, but what was he thinking doing this to a child … many goblins believed this wasn’t the first time Dumbledore messed with his students’ money. Several heirs, like the Prince heir, never claimed their inheritance and only Dumbledore ever withdrew money from them “to what extent does the abuse reach?”
“umm … starvation that took about six to seven inches until I made the height restorer, constant beatings that almost always ended with broken bones, imprisonment …” Harry gulped and took a minute to calm down “I lived in a cupboard for the first few years until my Hogwarts letter came now it’s a coat closet it that was modified into a cell … that’s the main reason for this disguise, if Dumbledore or my relatives found out I could leave the cell without a wand …” Harry let his sentence drop, there was no need to finish it. The last thing Harry could think of was taking off his shirt to reveal his scars … so he did …
Griphook gaped at the horrific scars covering the boy’s clearly starved body. The most notable being the whip marks on his back “I understand” Harry put his shirt back on and sat back down in silence “the way I see it we can’t take this to court now because Dumbledore has too many connections. We will be stopped if this case isn’t as spell proof as possible and done by the book. However, you can do a number of things legally without your guardian being notified, which might be a good idea since you clearly have an effective method for getting around your muggle guardians-… have you considered how to hide your significant difference in height and your inevitable changes from your guardians and at Hogwarts?” that was an important issue the goblin wanted to touch base on before continuing.
“a simple concealment charm for my relatives and Ms. Figg, but I was considering a variation of the potion I’m using now to look like ‘myself’ to hide at Hogwarts. It seems to be very effective” said Harry who felt a lot better having someone on his side.
The goblin sneered … or smiled, it’s hard to tell ”that it is, it will be even more so if you practice controlling your magic and work on your mental defenses. Wandless magic is great for that, but I suspect you have already started doing practice there” Griphook smirked as he noticed the boy nodded … that must be how he escaped “good, now back to business. You can take money from your trust as long as you stay under 500 galleons a week and you can views all your bank statements here. When you turn 13 you gain access to the objects in your trust meaning portkeys and properties and you can start withdrawing under 2000 galleons a week. You can legally emancipate yourself at 15, everything you told me will be a big help there and if you wish we can also discuss patents for your potions when you turn 12. Where would you like to start?”
Normally goblins were against helping wizards and neutral, but even they are against certain things. One being abuse … another was Dumbledore. Luckily for Harry the goblins were going to take every chance to derail the old wizard’s underhanded plots that they could get … and it helps that they want to stay on good terms with the Potter heir as well.
“I would like to start by taking out 499 galleons, 16 sickles and 28 knuts and 300 of those galleons changed to muggle notes then review my bank statements please” Harry nodded, he would take every knut he can, but that made him wonder “would it be possible to open an account under a different name?” that will help him save up for a house.
Griphook smirked, he liked the way this kid thought “yes you can. It’s a service we have been providing for young, especially underage, witches and wizards without family accounts to fall back on who want to start saving for school, but you can’t lock it through blood or it will be lumped into your other vaults and Dumbledore will have access. I’ll get your statements, money and the paperwork for a new account. I also want you to meet our healer to get official records of your abuse”
The rest went smoothly …
An older man popped in a moment later “hello, I’m Jack. I was told by Griphook you wish to keep your identity hidden so I’ll point out I am oath bound so don’t worry. Just hold still, this won’t take but a moment” the healer spoke so fast that Harry even got a chance to speak before the wand was pointed at the young wizard. Jack took note of the boy’s flinch before casting the spell. The amount of paper that detailed past injuries that came out of the wand horrified both the healer and Griphook when he returned … Jack left soon after to file everything away.
Harry signed the papers for he accounts and used his magic to lock it since magic is unique to each wizard. He received the key for vault number 777 that was under the name ‘Cache Devant Vous’ and set it up so that 499 galleons, 16 sickles and 28 knuts is transferred to there from Harry Potter’s trust every week along with everything he gains access to as he grows older … and Cache can do what he wanted with his money, even get a home or job.
The bank statements proved some suspicions he had about Hermione and Ron … they were being paid. The first payment was made right before school started “I knew something about Granger and Weasley wasn’t right. They’re being paid to be my friends … and with my own money!” it infuriated him! He wished he made friends with Draco instead.
Griphook shook his head “don’t worry too much about that. First off Dumbledore can only access three vaults other than your trust vault, which is the only one he informed you about and he can only use the money … unless you get married and/or have a child before you become an adult he is limited in what he can do. His withdrawals so far don’t come close to making a dent in your money and you can sue them once you take control of your accounts so let them dig their own graves even deeper”
The ‘blonde’ sighed “alright, that’s comforting to know, but I still don’t like it” he skimmed through the other transactions … some to Mrs. Weasley and …what is the Order of the Phoenix? An old wizard club or something?
“what’s to like?” the master goblin scoffed as he set a roll of bills and a small bag of galleons on the desk “499 galleons, 16 sickles and 28 knuts. 300 of those galleons are in muggle notes. The next installment will be sent to ‘Cache’s’ account and you should get the mail for that. I will look into why you weren’t getting your notifications, but I suspect it’s a redirect spell in which case nothing can be done about it without Dumbledore knowing so it will be left alone. It’s illegal though so we’ll take note of it for later. I’m assuming you don’t want your relatives to have an owl flying into the house or find mail from a wizarding bank in their mailbox so where would you like to get your mail?”
“the attic window of number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. It’s my relatives home. The window can’t lock and I can get in easily without my relatives noticing” answered Harry.
“that can be done” Griphook nodded and jutted a note down “is there anything else?”
Harry shook his head feeling immensely relieved “no, thank so very much Master Griphook”
The goblin nodded, it was nice to see a wizard being respectful towards his race “good too know wizards have manners. Now I will keep you updated on the investigation regarding your mail. If you have any questions you know where to go … oh and Harry the polite way to say good bye in our culture is ‘may your gold ever grow’ so may your gold ever grow Harry Potter” the goblin bowed slightly curious to see what the boy would do.
The young wizard smiled and bowed “may your gold ever grow master Griphook” he swore he saw the goblin’s eyes sparkle with happiness as he left, but now he had to focus on what he needed to buy with the money he had in his pocket.
First, of course, was potions so Harry headed into the Apothecary …
“now lets see …” Harry pulled out his list and started looking around. He rolled his eyes as he heard a couple women gossiping about weight loss and skin enhancing potions. Thankfully he had a way to ignore it. The disguised wizard dug into the pocket of the baggy pair of nice clothes he took from Dudley’s closet and popped the ear buds in his ears. Music from the ipod made everything better … he grabbed a cart with an expanding charm and continued knocking off the items on his list.
A stunning realization hit him as he added up the prices in his head … he invented a potion using ingredients that all together make 12 galleons! That made him happy for some reason … maybe because it was his lifesaver.
After finding everything needed to replenish his Professor’s personal stock and getting some extra for himself he looked around for the ingredients that went into making a dreamless sleep potion … both for himself and knocking out the Dursleys.
“lacewing … leeches … snake fangs … porcupine quills … wicked! Dragon blood! That would help stabilize- … hmm or would salamander blood with beetle eyes be better?” Harry held the jar of dragon blood in his right hand, tapping it thoughtfully in time with the music.
It came down to the freshness of the beetle eyes …
Harry reached up intending to grab the jar of beetle eyes, but he didn’t get to the jar. Just before he could grab hold of his target his baggy sleeve got snagged on a sharp edge on the shelf pulling his sleeve all the way down revealing his scarred arm.
“shit” the young wizard hissed and yanked his arm back. His heart rammed against his ribcage as he cast a quick glance around. Just as he was starting to think no one saw he glanced at the jar in his hand and froze …
The reflection of someone was in the glass …
Someone was standing in the aisle behind him and glancing at him through the shelves …
It was Professor Snape!
The disguised wizard gulped in fear. Did Snape see? Would Snape recognize him? … no, it was unlikely … he looked nothing like the ‘Harry Potter’ Snape knew and it didn’t matter if his scars were seen as long as it wasn’t the distinctive scar hidden on his forehead.
In the end Harry decided to force himself to calm down and continue to shop while trying to ignore the potions professor’s presence … just listen to the music …
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