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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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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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Severus Snape frowned as he searched the potions supply closet at his own home “I should’ve grabbed the last of the porcupine quills from my supplies at Hogwarts before leaving. Too late now” he scowled and decided to go to Daigon Alley.
Floo powder was taken out of a cup next to the fireplace and Snape disappeared in a rush of green flames. The potions master was pleased to see that the place wasn’t crowded like it usually was. He went into the Apothecary and looked around.
Frankly he preferred the potions shop in Knockturn Alley, but most of those shops open later and all he needed was porcupine quills … and maybe some wolfs bane. He took a small basket instead of a cart and started looking around.
Wolfs bane was the first to fall into the potion professor’s basket, but before Snape moved on through the shelves something caught his eye between the gaps of the shelves …
A young boy in the next aisle over, perhaps 14 or 15 going by his height, wearing baggy muggle clothes and listening to a muggle music playing device. It was rare to find young people truly interested in potions nowadays … even rarer still someone brave enough to run around Daigon Alley in muggle garb. He watched and listened to the boy muttering to himself out loud …
“lacewing … leeches … snake fangs … porcupine quills …” Severus raised an eyebrow, he deduced that the boy had planned to make a dreamless sleep potion. That was fairly advanced for his age ”wicked! Dragon blood!” the potions master rolled his eyes. Maybe he thought too much of the boy if he gets excited over dragon blood … does the brat even know what’s for?
“That would help stabilize- … hmm or would salamander blood with beetle eyes be better?” the blonde held the jar of dragon blood in his right hand, tapping it thoughtfully in time with the music he was listening to. That question made Severus gape … this boy really did know what he was talking about, but why would he need a strong stabilizer? It wasn’t needed for a dreamless sleep potion … was he experimenting with another potion? That was interesting …
The young wizard reached up intending to grab the jar of beetle eyes, possibly to check for freshness, 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 arm … his heavily scarred arm.
The potions master froze at the sight of the scars. A rage and protectiveness filled Severus as he watched the boy. If this boy was being abused he will find out and put a stop to it! It didn’t matter that this boy wasn’t from Hogwarts, he will help.
“shit” the young wizard hissed and yanked his arm back letting the baggy sleeve fall over the scars hiding them from view. Severus felt his heart clench as the boy glanced around almost fearfully and remained tense even after looking back at the jar of dragon blood for several more seconds.
Severus wasn’t sure if he should approach the boy yet so he waited until he saw the boy finally relax and go back to getting the beetle eyes. This time with great care the boy picked up the jar and looked at the age.
“salamander blood and beetle eyes it is!” the blonde nodded happily and added the jar of beetle eyes to the cart. Severus watched the boy put the dragon blood away and pull a vial of salamander blood off the shelves. The potions master moved towards the boy casually and took some porcupine quills. The boy grabbed a large set of empty vials and headed for the check out counter.
The old witch behind the counter smiled “busy this summer I see young man”
“yes ma’am ” the blonde smiled as he removed his music playing device from his ears. Severus twitched, it was nice to see manners in young wizards if only Potter learned some, but that might be too much to ask of the spoiled Boy Who Lived.
“it does this old witch’s heart some good to see young wizards getting into potions … oh! Would you like this new edition of a potion book. It’s nothing like school books because it teaches you how to build your own potions lab. Most professors don’t teach it, but if you decide to brew on your own it might interest you” she offered him the interesting blue book.
“yes I would, thank you!” the young blonde smiled and the book was added to his total.
Severus moved up to the counter and put his items down next to the boy’s things “we don’t teach those things because no one under 16 should brew alone” the potion master stepped up to the counter and was speaking without any harshness, which surprised Harry immensely.
“it’s good to see you Severus. You really should stop by more often” the old witch beamed as the boy handed her a bottomless bag to put his items in. A bag that struck Severus as vaguely familiar “that’s a total of 40 galleons … tell me young man do you like brewing potions?”
“I love it, despite my potions professor’s best efforts. He seems to think I’m an idiot-” Harry bit he inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying any more … he has been saying too much lately. The boy paid for his purchases and headed out the door. Severus frowned at the comment. No one who knows what dragon blood does is an idiot. Most of his seventh years don’t know that! He quickly paid for his purchases and went out the door to find the boy …
“where did he go?” the professor frowned as he noticed the blonde boy has disappeared … the boy interested him and worried him a great deal. The boy was brewing alone according to his body language and the boy seemed … terrified, desperate to be safe. Severus wanted to find the boy and help, but he’s going to have to find the boy first and with that in mind he heads down the street keeping a look out for the young wizard.
The very blonde who appeared from under his invisibility cloak once he was the professor was gone …
“bloody hell that was close” gasped Harry as he slipped down an ally and waited to see if Snape would return. It occurred to him that the professor went towards the Leaky Cauldron … all he had to do was wait there really until Harry- … Cache appeared so really Harry didn’t need to hide. The fake blonde walked back into Daigon ally and continued looking around, but then he passed Ollivander’s wand shop …
A realization hit him … Cache can’t be caught with Harry Potter’s wand! He had to get a new one. In fact it would be a good idea to get two. He always believed in having a backup, but he didn’t like the idea of returning to Ollivander’s. There had to be another shop somewhere around here, right? Harry wandered through the streets looking for any shop that suited his needs. He stopped to buy a simple set of green robes to fit his new height, but couldn’t see a second wand shop … he was disappointed at the prices of the homes and apartments there … he was thinking of giving up, but then he saw the entrance to Knockturn Ally …
Hagrid said it was a place for dark evil creatures and wizards, but he wanted to make those opinions on his own. That and it struck him as strange that Hagrid, a very opinionated and impressive half giant, was the one to pick him up from the Dursleys. If it wasn’t for Hagrid’s ‘Slytherins are evil’ rant he would’ve let the hat place him in Slytherin. It on its own wasn’t that weird, but Ron and Hermione also constantly said the same thing and Harry knew he couldn’t trust them …
So Harry shrugged his shoulders and headed down the forbidden ally …
It was really interesting … a series of pubs, a potion store that he will check out other night when they’re open and … a wand shop! Harry made a beeline for one of the only shops open and went in.
“hello, I’m David the owner of this shop! What can I do for you?” said the cheery burly old man behind the counter with a magical eye in place of his right eye.
“I’m Cache and I could use two wands please” Cache said as he came towards the counter.
“that so, it’s good to see people coming for two wands. You don’t need to worry about running into someone with your wand’s brother … well Cache, step up and put your dominant hand on that sphere” Cache walked over and touched the clear orb perched on the counter. This was a very different process compared to Ollivander’s he mused. He felt the cool surface under his hand begin to vibrate slightly.
The fake blonde blinked “why don’t you want to fight someone with your brother wand?”
“brother wands can’t attack or kill each other … well that’s different” the wand maker muttered as several colors swirling in the glass orb.
“what is? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry” Cache quickly pulled his hand away, but the colors kept swirling around.
David shook his head with a chuckle “you did nothing wrong. That orb was analyzing your magic to find the best fit for you. I was just surprised at the large amount of colors. That means you have very flexible magic. I can tell already that phoenix anything wouldn’t be good for you”
Cache blinked “really? Why’s that?” why would Ollivander give him a wand that wouldn’t work for him? wait … Voldemort has the brother wand to his. That what Ollivander said … symbolism maybe? … but he stopped the dark lord so why give him the one wand that can’t kill him? Harry shook the thoughts away … he was getting a headache trying to figure it out …
“it would be very inefficient for channeling your magic. You need something less rigid than something made from such a stubborn creature … come on, what are the results?” David mumbled to himself as he looked closely at the orb “we’ll see in a minute” a rattling from the back caught the wand maker’s attention and he disappeared. Moments later he returned with two beautifully crafted wands which he set on the counter “this is an interesting combo. This one is 13 inch willow with a Thestral wing and Kneazle whisker core” he handed the wand to Cache …
Once the boy took hold a powerful warmth filled the room. Cache couldn’t resist closing his eyes at the feeling completely unaware of the old wizard’s awestruck look as the withered flowers in the window came back to life and bloomed. After the feeling calmed down he gently set he wand down.
The wand maker shook himself out of his stunned state and picked up the next wand “this one is 12 inch Ash with a core of dragon heartstring dipped in Basilisk venom”
Just like before the boy took the wand and everything was enshrouded in warmth. David’s jaw dropped as his protective wards around his shop suddenly became much stronger.
As the effect died down David looked down at the boy looking perfectly shocked “why don’t you go pick a couple wand holsters” Cache nodded, set the wand back down and went over to the displays.
The blonde Potter scanned the displays as he wondered why no one let him get a holster before. Dragon hide sounded good, but it was expensive compared to the other. Two holsters would take nearly all of his budget. On the other hand the bank will resupply him in a week and dragon hide lasts a long time. In the end he took a calf holster and a shoulder holster.
“I’ll take these two. What do I owe you?” Cache asked happily.
“they’re free Cache. You gave my wards a massive power boost with that last wand. I would’ve had to pay 700 galleons to get the power boost to my wards your magic gave me so it’s free” he glanced at the two wands curiously “I heard kneazle whiskers make for weak wands, but that theory just went out the window” he looked at the healthy flowers that were basically dead only moments ago “a healing wand and a protection wand … you will be a very strong wizard and I bet you’re a natural healer too”
The old wizard noticed the boy shy away “umm … no thank you sir. Thank you for the wands” Cache gently picked up both wands and carefully put them in his pocket with the holsters “ummm … do you where I could go to find out if I am a natural healer?”
David chuckled “ah that’s right, you must be new to magical Britain. You floo to St. Mungo’s and ask for a simple test. The test is free and if you are you will have several opportunities. People will be chomping at the bit to train you what with natural healers being so rare”
“awesome, thanks David. Bye” Cache waved and left to continue looking through the rest of Knockturn ally taking note of when all the stores open from the signs in the windows of each store. It looks like there were some apartments too! Once he came back he was definitely going to check out those and the book store and potion shop too, but not today. He still had to restock on food and visit that Emporium … and his kneazles could be worried.
Satisfied that the dark Knockturn Ally wasn’t so bad, minus the ‘vampires drink for free’ sign in the window of one pub … he will have to be careful, but still it wasn’t all bad he thought as he returned to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, but when he walked into the ally behind the pub and peered in the saw Snape sitting at the counter. He ducked back into the ally as the professor turned his gaze to the door.
(just bloody great … well I’ll just read my new book while I wait for him to leave) Harry thought. It didn’t seem like a good idea to stroll passed him and potentially get caught with his cloak so he perched on a crate and pulled out the new book and put his ipod away.
The very first chapter made him freeze …
… ‘Making your own lab starts out with the obvious fumes from potions that are emitted from every potion. Many potions have toxic fumes. A list of which is on page 43. The fumes can have many strange effects on the mind and can cause breathing problems. Ventilation charms are the best way to combat the fumes in a lab that is in doors.’ …
Harry paled, that house could get very stuffy without fumes since he can’t open the windows for long. If he did the neighbors might notice … he only risked it once to help Lyra and Libra trust him “Bloody hell. No wonder I blabbed everything to Griphook. Oh well, it felt good” he sighed as he flipped to page 43 to see what he was dealing with and frowned ”… Skele-gro, Pain relievers, blood replenishing, a set of tweaked height restorers-” Harry twitched “n-nutrition potions” Harry gulped as he saw every potion he made and the dreamless sleep he planned to make on the list “and an experimental potion that I have no idea what fumes are released from. Plus I brew everything in my relatives stuffy kitchen” the few seconds of silence was deafening “BOLLOCKS” he clapped his hand over his mouth when he shouted hoping a certain professor didn’t hear him. he leaned towards the door and listened for his professor’s voice.
Tom chuckled “I shouldn’t be surprised that you two found each other. Cache seems like a good kid”
“Indeed” Harry raised an eyebrow at softness in his normally harsh professor’s voice “but I don’t like the thought that someone his age is making potions alone” Harry felt a warmth spread through him at the worry in Snape’s voice … did the professor really care so much?
“Severus … is there more to your concern than brewing practices? You don’t think …” Tom asked in a slightly hushed voice, but Harry could still hear.
Snape sighed “you must’ve seen how skinny he was. I think someone is hurting him”
“I see” Tom sighed sadly “but you can’t help as easily as your students Severus. He just moved here to from what I gathered so you can’t just run up to him and ask if he wants help. It will scare him if he is trying to get away on his own”
Harry heard a silence and risked peeking in. The look of true concern on his professor’s face made him feel safe for once in his life “you’re right. If he seems to need any help would you tell him my name. No one should suffer like that …” Harry ducked back into the ally as Snape looked his way again “… well I must go. I have potions of my own to do, good day Tom”
The pub owner said farewell and Snape disappeared from the fireplace in a rush of green flames. Harry waited for a rush of costumers to come in before walking out of the Leaky Cauldron when Tom was busy.
It was already an eventful day, but it wasn’t done yet. Harry still needed other things so he went shopping. About a weeks worth of groceries made the wizard’s hands full already so he subtly went into an empty bathroom and slipped all the bags into the bottomless bag … after paying for them of course.
Now that his hands he went to visit this new store … AbFab Emporium.
This was a huge store! It was closer to being a mall, but it didn’t have much in the way of groceries so Harry was happy he went to get food first. He grabbed a shopping cart and started searching the aisles. The first place he went was the clothes department.
Dudley’s nice clothes were a good short term solution, but he really wanted some actual clothes of his own. Sadly he can’t wear them around the Dursleys, but he’d have them in an emergency or as Cache. Several long sleeved shirts, jeans, slacks, pajamas and a couple jackets ere put in his cart followed by gloves, socks, raincoat, underwear, a couple blankets, scarves and finally a winter coat. Most of his clothes he got two sizes bigger than needed because he intended to gain weight and muscle over the summer.
One major need was out of the way so he continued through to the next department …
A large dark blue luggage bag and a matching duffle bag caught Harry’s eyes and he put both in his cart.. Then he found a green bag with a black cord that he can use to make into his own bottomless bag and in the cart it went.
To his shock he saw an aisle filled with a huge assortment of glass objects including flasks, vials, test tubes and eyedroppers …
Harry wanted to check out the rest of the glass items because he saw some things that might work for his potions or even the rest of the store, but he was running low on money. He wanted to keep some incase of emergencies since it will be a week before the first deposit comes into Cache’s account. Keeping a little muggle money and wizarding money would be a good idea.
So with the budget in mind he put a pack of eyedroppers in the cart and left to pay for everything. After passing another aisle he saw some pet things and wondered if he should get his kneazles a pet bed. With everything paid for he put all the smaller items in the new blue suitcase and duffle bag and carried everything out since he couldn’t cram them through the bottomless bag’s small opening. As he reached a secluded corner he pulled out the invisibility cloak and covered himself and his luggage with it.
None of the neighbors would have guessed that the delinquent nephew of the Dursleys was walking right passed them as they were enjoying the sunny weather. Even though some swore they heard the rolling sound of someone’s suitcase wheels, but no one had such a thing out at the time … maybe the streets were haunted! A thought that made a few people slink back into their homes …
The young wizard slipped into the Dursleys backyard through the gate and went inside the house “hey I’m back!-oomph” Harry was tackled by the two kneazles before the cloak even hit the floor “aww did you miss me? I’m sorry to worry you all. The business at Gringotts took much longer than expected, but I got everything set up for us. Let me up so I can put everything away” Harry laughed as the kneazles clearly refused to get off him until after a few more minutes of nuzzles and purring had passed. Hedwig wasn’t helping either … Harry was sure his feathered friend was laughing at his situation.
Finally he was released by the furry fiends and the first thing he did was cast the six layered ventilation charms on the kitchen as the book instructed. That made him feel so much better.
Next Harry pulled the new luggage up to his trunk in the cupboard and put his first phoenix feather wand in his tracked trunk. The holsters and new wands were strapped to his body and he changed into his new clothes. For now he wanted to leave the new luggage there because he had every intention of shrinking all his new luggage and sticking it to the inside of his tracked trunk. If trouble comes up he just has to dump his trunk and robe- …
“now there’s an idea” Harry mumbled and went upstairs with the counter potion for his disguise, the eyedroppers and … his robe?
After putting the counter potion on he looked like himself again … just much taller and with awesome eyesight, which brings us to Harry’s plot. Not to mention that he finally saw his green eyes in their real color … as in not gray
The button with the tracker was popped off the school robe and the tracker was moved one last time … to his glasses!
“this is much less conspicuous and I can dump them without worrying about running around completely blind … I just need to change the lenses to non prescription ones” Harry felt yet another burden lift off his shoulders. He put the groceries away and placed all his potions ingredients on the counter. Until he fixes up the attic he will leave them out … except all of the items going to Snape’s personal supplies. Those stayed in Snape’s bottomless bag …
Snape’s things have been a huge help, but he doesn’t need them now except for the cauldron … thinking of the potion master made Harry wonder what he should do. Should he get Professor Snape involved? What would the professor do if he found out who he was? He wasn’t sure and decided to visit St. Mungo’s tomorrow first thingf in the morning and go through apartments before deciding anything on the Snape subject.
Dinner was pasta with meat sauce and a mix of veggies for himself and meat with a little bit of veg for his kneazles. He savored every bite. Eating was getting easier, but he still can’t eat a full meal without taking a few breaks. Neville may have helped him eat a little more during school, but it wasn’t until now that he has had the chance to eat full meals and get used to it. Sure he had access to food at Hogwarts, but he couldn’t get used to eating enough and stress from school, exploding potions, a mean professor and a homicidal Dark wizard trying to come back to life … none of that did any good for his withered appetite.
With a full stomach he sat down and watched the two furry kneazles curl up next to him on the couch and fall asleep. Hedwig perched on the armrest next to him “Gringotts will be sending owls to me so don’t worry if a strange owl appears in the attic. Apparently Dumbledore has his tentacles in my parent’s money and has lied to me about so many things”
The snowy white owl hooted angrily and hopped closer so Harry could pet her feathers, which offered a great comfort “I ran into Professor Snape” Hedwig flapped her wings in a huff “it’s ok girl, he didn’t even recognize me … he was … very kind actually … something is very strange there, he doesn’t strike me as someone who jumps to conclusions just very smart, but he did to me as Harry Potter. Even if he had something against my father he doesn’t seem like someone who’d hold the parents sins against the child … I think Snape has been lied to about my life”
What else could it be really?
As himself he received only scorn, but as Cache, who was fundamentally the same person with just a different face, he received kindness, worry and a feeling of protection.
Harry got ludicrous accusations of being spoiled and pampered …
Cache got a gentle hand who wants to help him …
The only real difference was that no one knew Cache. No expectations. No lies. No famous scar. No father who apparently left a bad impression for people to put on him. Cache was a blank slate.
Cache was Harry’s blank slate … a chance for people to see him for him and not the ‘boy Who Lived’ …
This was his chance to live his own life and he’ll use it …
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Severus looked at the glass of Firewhiskey in his hand as he sat in his living room at Spinner’s End. He absentmindedly rocked the glass lightly, watching the liquid swish and listened to the ice clink …
No matter what he did he could not shake the young man he met this afternoon from his mind … Tom told him a little bit, but not much …
Cache Devant Vous … the boy was scared. Mistreated and very scared, but of what … or who? From people he’s related to? All he knows is that the potion master the boy mentioned was a fool for trying to crush a talented boy’s spirits.
Cache could have made a run for it and got help from the ministry … unless, someone in the ministry is involved with his mistreatment. It would explain why the boy wasn’t getting help … it’s possible, but he can’t be sure until he speaks with the boy.
An image of Harry Potter crossed his mind and he scoffed “Potter has no clue how lucky he is. Brat whines about not having his broomstick when there are people like Cache struggling to survive”
Survival … he could feel that there was much more to Cache’s story.
If the ministry is involved he will need to be careful, but it won’t stop him from helping Cache …
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