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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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If the ministry is involved he will need to be careful, but it won’t stop him from helping Cache …
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Fire …
Harry gasped in fear as fire surrounded him …
There was no escape …
No where to run …
A sick cackling from above made him look up through the smoke ...
Dumbledore with his twinkling eyes looking down with a sick smirk. Standing with him was the smug looking Dursley family and Ms. Figg who had two jungle kneazle pelts draped across her shoulders, which made Harry burst into tears …
He cried even harder as Petunia set a plate of a roasted bird in front of Vernon and Dudley who scattered white blood splattered owl feathers as they gorged themselves on the bird …
A broom tried to fly down to the wizard, but Dumbledore shot a spell at it shattering it …
The remains of broomstick fell into the roaring flames and turned to ashes …
As the merciless inferno closed in around him he became hotter and hotter …
He tried to back away, but stumbled over something and felt something wet …
He looked at his hands …,
They were covered in blood and he looked down …
It was Quirrell lying in a pool of blood …
The DADA professor’s dead eyes were staring back at him …
The young wizard tried to back away, but the wall of fire stopped him …
The smoke filled his lungs …
He can’t breathe …
The flames are on him …
He can’t move or scream …
The last thing he sees is Voldemort’s face in the flames coming right at him …
“no!” Harry bolted upright in a panic. As he gaped for air he looked around in the early morning light he remembered where he was … the Dursleys guest bedroom. There was no Dumbledore … no Quirrell … no Voldemort … and no fire … it was only a nightmare.
Though he was hot and he did have trouble moving, but the reason was no where near as scary as fire or evil wizards … Libra and Lyra were sleeping on top of him …
With great care he slipped out from under the sheets without waking the sleeping kneazles and went to shower and changed into some of his new clothes. He downed the final nutrition potion and was about to make his kneazles some food when said kneazles came down the stairs.
“I’m going to meet someone at St. Mungo’s to do a test so-” both kneazles whined and gently tugged his jeans with their teeth “you guys don’t want me to go? … how about you come with me?” he chuckled as they mewed happily. So he put the cooking things away, added his potion disguise to his features, put the cloak easily in his baggy pocket, left owl treats out for Hedwig so she’d know he’ll be fine and put his holsters on with his new wands under his jacket “ok lets go”
At this hour no one was up so the blonde blue eyed wizard and his two kneazles went towards the Leaky Cauldron completely unseen. The more he knows about himself the better. He wanted to know if he was a natural healer as soon as possible and how it could benefit him. Just from the one healing book he started he knew it might be what his career would be!
“we can eat there. I bet Tom will love you two” Harry chuckled as he open the door to the pub and let them in first
“Cache! It’s good to see you again, I -…oh they are beautiful!” Tom’s voice came from behind the counter.
Cache smiled “and they know it too” he kneeled next to them as Tom came over. This was the very first person they met beyond and the ‘Squib who must not be named because it scares the kneazles’ so he wanted to make sure they were comfortable. He was happy to see them let Tom touch them after a second of hesitation “this little one with stripes is Lyra and the other is Libra. Both are girls”
“I’ve never seen kneazles like this” Tom noticed that the felines were skinny just like their human owner “would you like ladies like something to eat?”
The kneazles mewed making the blonde smile “alright, then I’ll have a full English breakfast”
“coming right up!” Tom grinned and finally pulled himself away from the cute balls of fur. As he was cooking Cache to a seat and waited. His plans today were simple. Go to St. Mungo’s and get tested. Then come home and go through the charm books to charm everything he wants charmed. Make some more nutrition potions. Measure the attic for shelves in case he can’t afford an apartment yet. Go to Knockturn Ally once the shops open up around 10:00 to checkout the potions shop, book store and the apartments.
So basically another busy day …
Tom came back with a big plate full of food and two bowls filled with morsels “here you all go” the pub owner said as he set the plate in front of Cache and the bowls in front of the cute kneazles “so Cache where did you find these two?” Tom frowned as the blonde looked slightly nervous as he nibbled his eggs “you won’t get in trouble with me” he had a sick feeling the kneazles were suffering and the boy saved them.
Cache sighed “I was out gardening and … I overheard a woman whining about how she was treated as a squib to a friend of hers, my aunt. She mentioned that she got revenge in a small way by displaying two kneazles and claiming that all her normal cats were part related to those kneazles. Then she locks them up … when my relatives left on a trip I went to free them” a heartbroken look crossed the boy’s face “if I got there any later … I don’t think they would be here”
Tom didn’t show it, but he was concerned … was the boy living on a street of abusers? And what kind of squib would hurt the only magical creature that tends to bond with them? “you must take good care of them, they care for you a lot”
The young wizard smiled “I try”
A comfortable silence settled between them as they finished their breakfast. Tom was pleased to see that Cache ate a good amount even if it was slowly. The pub owner made a mental note to remember to tell Severus about this when he sees him next. Just when he came to clear Cache’s plates he asked a question.
“so what are you doing today?”
“going to St. Mungo’s ” Cache winced as he saw Tom’s eye widen with worry “the person who fitted me with my new wands said I might be a natural healer so I’m going to take a test at St. Mungo’s” he wanted to see what information will be passed on from Tom to Snape so that’s all he said.
“oh … good, you worried me for a second there … if you’re going into potions too you should check out their testing room. I hear you can test new potions there or get a job selling potions” Tom suggested.
Cache grinned, that’s just what he needed “thanks, I’ll look into that. Tom could we use your floo?” Cache asked.
Tom grinned “yeah sure” he went to grab a sack filled with green powder. Lyra and Libra put their own empty plates on the counter … much to the wizards’ amusement … and joined Cache at the fireplace. Cache tried to remember what Professor Snape did the night before as he grabbed a fist full of the green powder. He felt his kneazles gently hold his legs with their teeth “St. Mungo’s” and he threw the powder down. A rush of green flames consumed the trio.
Cache gaped as they appeared in the fireplace in a different place entirely “wow … chimney travel. Hey get back here!” the boy yelped as his kneazles rudely ran forward into the hospital, which did seem busy. After getting his excitable kneazles to slow down he looked around to see where to go and saw a sign …
Ground Floor – Reception, Exam Rooms, Artefacts Accidents, Potion Lab
First Floor – Creature Induced Injuries
Second Floor – Magical Bugs & Diseases
Third Floor – Potions & Plant Poisoning
Fourth Floor – Spell Damage & Janus Thickey Ward
Fifth Floor – Visitor’s Tearoom & Hospital Shop
He smiled “this way” they went over to the receptionist’s desk in the lobby and looked at the medi-witch seated there “excuse me, I was wondering if I could get a test done to see if I’m a natural healer”
“I don’t know who told you that, but it’s very unlikely that you are a natural healer” the witch said haughtily.
Before Cache could respond he heard a voice behind him “that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t take the test” Cache gulped nervously as he turned towards the familiar voice … it was Poppy ”You can come with me … “ she instructed and smiled as she spotted the kneazles next to him ”your kneazles too” Harry was panicking under his disguise as he followed her to an exam room “I am Madam Pomfrey, but everyone calls me Poppy, now you want to take the test correct?”
“yes” said Cache who was trying really hard to stay calm as he sat down on the low table. Why did he have to run into yet another person he knew?!
“very well, it’s just a simple spell to reveal if you are” Poppy said, but even though she was being nice Harry could tell that she wasn’t really focusing … did she not think he was a natural healer? It seemed like she was humoring him. She said a long incantation and waved her wand in complex movements over him. He felt a tingling feeling and when it was over the tip of her wand glowed green.
Cache blinked as her jaw dropped “umm… what does that mean?”
“you … you’re a natural healer” she spluttered “there hasn’t been a natural healer in years”
“ok … good to know … umm … which way is the potions lab? I want to find out the procedures for experimental potions and if I can get a job brewing potions” Cache said as he scratched Lyra behind the ear earning a purr.
Poppy gaped at how calm the boy was. Clearly he didn’t understand how incredible this was “you want to brew too? What’s your name? How old are you?”
“I’m Cache Devant Vous and these two are Lyra and Libra. I’m 11, almost 12” the blonde answered simply hoping she’d close her mouth soon before the fly buzzing around the room falls in it- … never mind, it’s too late.
“you are quite tall for your age” Poppy commented still a little stunned … this child was getting more and more interesting with every second. When she came to her senses she quickly spat out the fly, which by the way was still kicking.
“yes I guess I am” Cache twitched, his height might have been an a potion related issue … oops.
“Cache … how would you like to learn under me? I could find someone to train you in potions too if you want” Poppy asked, this boy was a natural healer. You don’t let a chance like this slip through your fingers!
Cache’s eyes widened “ that would be great!”
“Excellent!” Poppy exclaimed happily and she gestured for Cache to follow her. The blonde did with his kneazles right behind him and they came to a bustling lab “this is the lab where they make potions for patients and the room next door is for testing new potions. Since you’re my apprentice all you have to do is brew a batch in front of me to get my approval for giving the hospital potions and yes you get a fee, but it varies depending on the potion. For the experimental portion you need to either be a brewer under the supervision of someone here, like me, or have approval of a potion master before sending them for testing. Make sense?”
The blonde smiled “that sounds great! Which potion would you like me to brew?”
Poppy tapped her chin in thought as she looked around the lab shelves “hmmm … it looks like we’re low on Skele-gro. Lets have that be the potion of choice” she figured this boy will need some time to learn the recipe and get to that skill level to make that potion, but if he can complete that it would be a true testament of his skill. Severus was always saying that his seventh years couldn’t even be trusted brewing that one. The only potion he lets his older students try is blood replenishing and only as a demonstration for the first years.
Surely Cache is too young for that yet being he’s only 11 … Poppy blinked and looked around. Where did her new apprentice get to? “Cache?”
“over here Poppy” the healer spun around and spotted Cache setting things up in a empty brewing station “no one was using this spot so I hope it’s alright if I do. It only takes an hour to make Skele-gro, would you like to watch?”
The witch blinked in shock and leaned out the door to check if any patients needed her. Since everything looked like it was less busy she went over to Cache’s station and watched the process she has done many times herself. She was impressed to say the least. The blonde boy kept his station perfectly clean and seemed to know once the potion changed phases for the next step without even looking at the potion!
“how are you able to tell when the phase changes without looking?” Poppy asked as the kneazles laid down together.
“sound” Cache said to the baffled healer.
Poppy blinked not sure how to respond to that. She continued watching him and got a bit concern about his skinny state “have you been eating?”
“yes, but I only recently got free from a … difficult family life. I’ve been trying to recover since then. I already had a full course of nutrition potions” Cache said as he tuned the stirring stick.
“I recommend another set of Nutrition potions and taking a blood restore once for three days to restore your iron. You look pale” she said now concerned about the boy.
“I can do that. I know how to make those” he said as he set the finished potion aside to cool “it’s done” Poppy got up and peered into the cauldron …
It had the right color …
The right steam …
The right smell …
It was Skele-gro!
“you have my approval for brewing. I’ll get you a ring, be right back” Cache watched her leave feeling happy that this went so well. He bottled the potion and set it on the shelves with the other potions.
Poppy came back with a ring that had a wand crossed with a bone craved on it “this will only work for you, but don’t lose it. You have to wear it to get in the lab and since you proved yourself you can use it as a stamp with candle wax to get test potions into the experimenting lab. Now you can make potions at home and send them in, but you must stamp it. Experimental potions are different. You have to come in when notified about results and show that your stamp signature matches the one on the test potion to receive the results or you don’t get the results. Understand?” Cache nodded “good here’s your ring. Just use candle wax to use the stamp. We start lessons … after this weekend, every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. We’ll just meet in the lobby at 8:00 and I’ll bring books for you to go over on the first day”
“sounds great! Thank you!” Cache exclaimed and tried his best not to flinch as she hugged him. Years of the Dursleys’ loving treatment has made him twitchy when touched. He bid the healer and his new mentor farewell, slipped his ring onto the fourth finger of his right hand and went to the floo with his kneazles. After appearing in the Leaky Cauldron he threw Tom a thumbs up so he didn’t bother the pub owner who was dealing with a rush of costumers. He didn’t see Tom nearly trip in his shock when he realized what Cache meant.
“that went better than I thought … now I need to get a candle though” Harry sighed. Petunia didn’t care for candles so there were none. Luckily no one was on the street as the young wizard and his kneazles so he went straight in through the back door. No doubt people wanted to avoid the storm brewing outside.
It was time to get everything charmed. He dragged his suitcase, duffel and little green bag to the book covered table. He pulled out two books on charms and his willow wand. There was no point in removing his blonde and blue eyed disguise since he was planning on leaving again … though he didn’t like the idea of slipping in past Tom, it was just too risky. He wants to keep certain details quiet until the right moment which meant being careful …
“here it is … bottomless charm, this looks simple” Harry read the passage and picked up his green bag he planned to use to replace Professor Snape’s bottomless bag. He said there incantation and waved his wand as directed. It was hard to tell if it worked so he started grabbing couch cushions and pushing them into the bag.
The bag didn’t get bigger and the pillows put up no resistance so that part worked! After pulling out each cushion he moved to the next book, which contained security charms.
“ok … now do I want to make someone’s hands red and itchy when they try to steal my stuff or to zap? … and what should I do to hide them with me?” ideally Harry wanted to somehow carry his things with him, but to truly hide them meaning ore than a simple shrinking spell and leaving them in his bag, which was his original plan … now how to do that?
It was looking like he will have to give up Hogwarts, but until everything else falls into place he will keep his options open.
There were several security options, but he wanted to make sure no one can even identify it as anything useful. It was possible to disguise, alarm, zap, freeze, and make the spelled item go into a lock down mode, but most of those things involve a piece of jewelry and he didn’t want to risk someone talking his stuff. He placed a strong zapping charm on each item, but he wants to do more than that.
So what else?
Protection charms against water, dirt, rips, fire and sudden impacts were woven carefully together and placed on the three items, but how to hide them and keep them on his person?
He flipped the pages to hidden rooms, living statue guards … and make a painting into a safe?
“a painting?” Harry smirked, a tattoo was a painting and if he remembered correctly there was a tattoo parlor in Knockturn Alley. That was an idea … if he got a tattoo he could make into a hidden safe using the charm and keep his suitcase, potions, duffle bag and bottomless bag with him. He can hide the tattoo with his potion to mimic skin.
“that would work. It’s not like I can wear jewelry without raising eyebrows and just shrinking means my stuff can be stolen or reported to Dumbledore and I can’t have him wondering where got secure things when I was supposed to be locked up. Ok, once I gain weight I’ll do that … speaking of, lunch time” Harry whipped up a couple toasted sandwiches and had some tea. The two kneazles got a good amount of tasty meat to chow down on.
With a full stomach Harry started the process for making a set of dreamless sleep potions. After that dream from last night he wanted to be ready. He will need his sleep if he’s going to keep it together through the next couple weeks. With that potion going he settled down to continue reading the Transfiguration book going over Animagus …
…’An Animagus is a person who can transform into an animal at will. It is very difficult to reach the state in which to transform and the one changes into is unique to that person’s personality. One must meditate and allow the mind to clear in order to let the magic reveal the animal you are best suited to’…
Harry pondered the passage in the book as he got up to tend to his potion. Once that was finished, cooled and bottled he cleaned the cauldron and made a set of nutrition potions. Poppy’s words came to mind and he drank a blood restorer as he kept working. As the potion brewed he moved all his finished potions into his new bottomless bag as well as most of the library books and put many empty vials in Snape’s bag with the replacement ingredients … all the vials look the same anyway so he didn’t worry about mixing old and new vials.
Nutrition potions were done …
The potions were cooled, bottled and put in his bottomless bag except for one, which Harry drank …
The cauldron was cleaned and put into Snape’s bag since he was determined to find a cauldron of his own …
Finally Harry laid back and carefully read the book on Occlumency & Legilimency as Griphook suggested …
Meditation … the same as finding your Animagi except you need to learn to clear your mind in order to enter your mental realm and wrap your magic around your mind core to create solid walls. So which did he want to start with? Occlumency, practically it is what he should master first to help him hide. Besides, learning that first might make becoming an animagus easier.
With a few hours until dinner he sat on he couch and tried to relax in a way that wouldn’t make him fall asleep …
All the tension left his muscles …
A feeling dragged him deep into his mind …
His eyes flew open to see what looked like the inside of an old stone gazebo covered in flowering vines “wicked … this must be my mental realm … now where is the core?” he walked out of the gazebo and walked through the surrounding forest “I bet my animagi is a forest animal … bloody hell” Harry winced as he saw broken stone buildings under fresh green moss and vines. It was obvious that the destruction was Dursley related, but the plants and butterflies fluttering around had to be a good sign, right?
Not much longer he found himself in a valley “I think that’s it” he murmured as he approached an orb in the middle of a quiet pond … yes, he could feel it. The orb was the core of his mind … and apparently a humming bird feeder? The young wizard raised an eyebrow as the tiny bird sat on the orb and left, but went back to the task at hand.
Building mental defenses was difficult. Harry could easily make a wall of magic appear, but it collapses right away. His magic refuses to become a solid wall like the book mentioned. Granted the book said it takes a lot of practice to get it strong enough to resist Legilimency, but it should still … or not …
“my magic is flexible. That’s why I could move the tracker without my phoenix wand, but not with it and it’s why my new wands fit me so much better. My magic won’t make a rigid wall … I need to try a different method … maybe” he focused and soon the pond changed before his eyes …
The orb sank below the water’s surface …
The pond became crystal clear and much deeper …
Now Harry tried to apply magic to the water instead and this time a powerful whirlpool appeared. This is how he will defend his mind. Of course he had to keep meditating to make it stronger, but he got the first step down.
The wizard headed for the gazebo to leave when he spotted a black cloud in the distance and went to see what it was. As he moved closer he actually started feeling sick and his scar hurt badly. It was getting to be too much, but he was determined to see what was causing him pain in his own mind. Suddenly he slipped fell head over heels.
Once he landed painfully on his back he sat up and looked around. He was right in the area under the ominous black cloud. It was rocky and devoid of life, which was very different from the rest of his mind, but it was a strange shape too. Harry stepped back, over a few fallen dead trees and climbed up the nearest healthy tree … the rocky lifeless area was shaped like a lightening bolt … his lightening bolt!
Harry unconsciously touched the aching scar on his head and looked up at the cloud. A seemingly harmless storm cloud created a face that horrified Harry … Voldemort’s face!
False blue eyes snapped open and Harry gasped as a soft feeling nudged him “Hedwig?” he blinked and looked around. Finding that in his mind must’ve shocked him back to reality and to his worried owl and kneazles. He gently stroked the feathers and slowly calmed down. Nothing about that was right …
Why wouldn’t his mind just stick to the lightening bolt area and dead trees to represent his trauma over coming face to face with a dark lord? What was that cloud? Why did it make his scar hurt?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a worried whine from Lyra “I’m ok, I just wanted to start mental training- … FIVE HOURS AGO!” Harry’s jaw dropped as he swathe clock. It was only supposed to be a couple hours not five! … no wonder they were worried “I’m sorry, I got really carried away! I’ll make dinner”
As he got up to start making dinner he noticed the heavy down pour outside and sighed. He wasn’t going to let this bad weather stop him from continuing his plans. By the time he made dinner for everyone, gave Hedwig some treats, cleaned up and got his new raincoat it was just after 10 o’clock. With one final pat to make sure his bottomless bag, now holding his Gringotts key was safely tucked away in his pocket he opened the door to leave.
“I’ll come back soon. I’m only going to Knockturn Alley, but you guys should stay here” Harry felt a little prickle of guilt as his kneazles whined wanting to come with him, but he wasn’t going to risk taking them to a place with vampires or in this weather in their condition. Besides they already looked tired from the days events …
So he cuddled hem both and waved to Hedwig before going into the pouring rain …
This weather sucked …
The wizard barely got down the street when the wind threw a branch at him …
However the weather made him wonder about other travel options and it occurred to him that that Ms. Figg might have a floo set up. As a kid he always saw a jar perched on the mantel over the fireplace, but he was too scared to ask questions and he was too worried about his kneazles last time to consider it.
Since Ms. Figg’s home was much closer he went down to the squib’s home. He opened the door again even happier he didn’t bring Lyra and Libra along. A cat screeched as he stomped in the house flicking rain drops around, but it was ignored. Making his way to the fireplace he picked up the odd cat shaped jar and popped its head off revealing green powder inside … floo powder.
A fistful was taken and the words ‘Daigon Alley’ were said and the blonde Harry vanished in a burst of green flames …
Blue eyes looked through the rain and he made his way through the persistent bad weather. Most shops on this side were closed save for a pub called ‘The Three Broomsticks’, but this wasn’t the side he wanted and he went down Knockturn Alley.
Every store was open now and was actually fairly busy even with the storm drenching everything. Harry had to keep himself from going into the potions store and book store after all the first and biggest need was checking out the apartments, which were also open to visitors now and hopefully much cheaper than the options in Diagon Alley.
The bell rang as he opened the solid wood door, but he raised an eyebrow … there was another solid door going into the lobby of the old fashioned four story apartment complex. He shrugged the odd entrance off and pulled his coat off so he could use his willow wand to dry his coat with a quick charm before going up to the desk. No one was there so he tapped the bell on the dark wood desk …
“how can I help you?” Harry spun around and came face to face with a very pale handsome man with dark hair wearing old styled robes and a cape “I am Sanguini, the owner of this establishment” The most notable features were the slightly pointy canines and red eyes … according to the book on magical creatures he read this man was a vampire …
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