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The Kitten and the Killer	By : crimsonphoenix13 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 19481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Riddick mentioned in this fic. They belong to their respective owners, none of whom are me. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Okay, same as the last chapter really, if you recognise some things that are similar to other peoples stories, I know them already and would mention the corresponding authors if I could remember which ones they were (If you lovely readers know, please tell me) and I�m only using them because I thought they were good ideas anyway. So, onto the story�

The Kitten and the Killer

Traversing the Alleys

Harry landed successfully on the steps of Gringotts: two different steps. He wobbled rather ungracefully until a small pair of hands came out of nowhere to help steady him.

�Thank you�� Harry turned to the helper and saw one of the Gringotts goblins, �um�Griphook!� The goblin looked at him in shock. �What? Was I wrong?�

�No,� the goblin said. �We�re just not used to wizards remembering our names.� Griphook looked a little sad at that.

�Well they should!� Harry exclaimed. �I remember you took me to my vault for the first time on my eleventh birthday.� Harry grinned at the memories of that day. �Anyway, would you be able to help me? I came into an inheritance at the end of July.�

�Oh, say no more, Mr. Potter. I�ll take you through to see Baldor.�

�Thank you again Griphook. And it�s Harry.�

�No problem at all, Harry.� Griphook moved inside the large white building, Harry following placidly.

They stopped at a large door off to the side where Griphook knocked twice, once, twice, then three times in succession. The door opened and they went inside to see a beautiful office with huge bookshelves and a large mahogany desk, behind which sat an old goblin.

�Mr. Harry Potter to see you, Baldor, sir.�

�Thank you Griphook, that will be all.�

�Yes sir.� Griphook moved to go out the door.

�Thanks Griphook.� Harry whispered. The goblin grinned at him before taking his leave.

�If you�d sit down Mr. Potter.� Harry turned towards the old goblin and sat down in the leather chair facing the desk. �Right then, Mr Potter, because of your inheritance coming on the thirty-first of July, you can now take control of all of your vaults.�

�Vaults? I only have one.� Harry asked confused.

�The vault you have been using Mr Potter, is just your share of the main Potter vaults, like a trust fund set up for your schooling.� Baldor flipped through the pages in front of him. �There are three other Potter vaults. You were also noted as the beneficiary of the Black will so there are four vaults from them, and also the vaults of Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Gryffindor.� At this point, Harry�s mouth was hanging open in a state of shock. He shook his head to clear it.

�Why didn�t I find out about the reading of the Black will?�

�Headmaster Dumbledore said he was there on your behalf; he was also the one responsible for your vaults before today.� Harry frowned.

�Has any money been taken out be Dumbledore?�

�Quite a few transfers have taken place to one of Dumbledore�s vaults. All in all, an approximate total of thirty thousand galleons.�

�Can we get it back?�

�I am afraid not Mr Potter, but we can stop any more from occurring.�

�Good. How much do I have in total then?�

�Two hundred billion, eight hundred and ninety-seven million, nine hundred thousand galleons approximately. That currently makes you the richest person in the wizarding world.�

�Does that include the Founders vaults?�

�Indeed Mr Potter.�

�How did I get those anyway?�

�The potters are descendants of Godric Gryffindor, and the Evans, your mother�s family, were direct descendents of Salazar Slytherin. Apparently, they had little magic, mostly squibs actually, until your mother, so they were often discounted as the true heirs.�

�So Voldemort is not the heir of Slytherin?�

�Not directly Mr Potter, he is from an off-shoot of the main line, one with powerful magic.�

�What about the Ravenclaw part?�

�Ah, the Ravenclaw heir married into the Evans family a couple of centuries ago.�

�Okay. Would I be able to come and look at all the vaults at another time?�

�That�s fine Mr Potter. Is there any other service you require?� Baldor inquired.

�Just some money for school supplies.�

�Is that all?� Harry nodded. Baldor reached into a drawer and pulled out a bag and a knife. �If you could hold out your finger Mr Potter.� The raven held the index finger of his right hand in front of the goblin, and over the bag. Baldor pricked the tip with the knife and a drop of blood fell onto the bag, changing it�s colour to a mottled black and green, like snake scales. Baldor healed the finger. �There you are Mr Potter. This bag is now keyed to your vaults and it�s for your use only. Just put your hand in and say how much you need and it will be there.�

�Thanks a lot Baldor.� Harry pocketed the bag.

�Your welcome Mr Potter. Griphook will be waiting to escort you back outside.� Harry nodded, thanked Baldor again, and left the room.

�Did you get everything sorted Harry?� Griphook asked on their way to the door.

�Yeah, thanks Griphook.� Harry turned to the goblin one they had exited the bank. �I hope to see you again Griphook.�

�You most certainly will.� the goblin grinned as Harry moved away, waving his hand in farewell.

�Now, where to go?� Harry asked himself as he looked up Diagon Alley. The raven moved up the street, going into the usual stores to pick up the necessary school supplies, as well as some extras. He spent quite a lot on a new school bag, which had a constant feather light charm, as well as an enlargement charm on the inside, before stopping outside Ollivander�s. Something was telling him to go inside.

Harry pushed open the door into the darkened store full of dusty boxes, waiting patiently for Ollivander�s customary spooky appearance.

�Ah, Mr Potter, I thought I�d be seeing you again after your birthday. Especially with the difficulties of your current wand.� Harry nodded and followed as Ollivander moved to the back of the store.

After passing many stands in a maze-like arrangement, they entered an open pentagonal area surrounded by shelves.

�Okay Mr Potter.� Ollivander turned to Harry. �Sit in the chair in the centre and turn your mind to your inner self.� Harry nodded again and moved to the chair, while Ollivander moved back out and closed a door, shutting Harry inside. The raven felt a current of magic surrounding the room but ignored it as his eyes closed and his mind turned inwards. Anyone watching would have seen the raven start to glow and lines of light run along the floor from the centre to the shelves. Soon after ingredients levitated from the stands and moved to rest at five points around Harry�s chair, creating a small pentagon. The glow faded and the current was broken as Ollivander reopened the door.

�All right Mr Potter, let�s see about your new wand.� Ollivander moved around the chair, picking up the ingredients as Harry opened his eyes and stretched. �Most strange.�

�What is?� Harry asked curiously. Ollivander held up an empty vial that had a label on it saying �tenshi feathers�.

�I have never been able to get this ingredient, it is most powerful.� Harry eyed Ollivander speculatively.

�Can I trust you?� Harry asked.

�Of course Mr Potter. Every person�s wand should be confidential and that goes unsaid with custom wands or everyone would want one.�

�Okay. Stand back.� Harry closed his eyes and willed his wings free, making sure Ollivander was now included in the glamour charm.

�Oh my! That must have been some inheritance day Mr Potter!�

�It was.� Ollivander looked him over curiously.

�Do you know exactly what you are?�

�No idea. Except for something cat-like.�

�From what I can see I would say you�re a hanyou,� at Harry�s confused expression, he elaborated. �It�s a japanese term for a half-demon, cat, or neko, to be exact for you. As well as part tenshi, dark angel. It has black wings like yours, instead of the white wings of the traditional angel.�

�Ah, and tenshi feathers are one of the ingredients we need?�

�Yes.� Harry titled his head.

�Could you use mine?�

�Yes, but they need to be willingly given.�

�Okay.� Harry flexed his left wing and swung it slowly forward and over his shoulder. He ran his fingers through the down, removing the loose feathers, before handing them over to Ollivander. �Here.�

�Thank you Mr Potter, this is amazing, just amazing.� Harry blushed as he willed his wings away.

�What are the other ingredients?� The raven inquired.

�Um, yes, other than the feathers we have a wolf fang, cobra venom, dark phoenix tears, and the whisker of a cat demon, which definitely makes a lot more sense now. Although this is from a full demon, got left behind after a fight and I happened to find it as I was passing.� The man rambled.

�Now what?�

�Choosing the wood for the wand.�

�So?�

�Follow me.� They moved into the next room, which was small with one case along the wall filled with wands. �Okay, stand next to the case with your wand hand palm upwards and look inside yourself.�

Harry did as he was told and soon felt something hit his palm. Opening his eyes he saw a wand made of ebony in his palm, as well as a wand made of cherry wood.

�Very good, very good.� Ollivander cheered. He took everything over to a top at the side of the room. He placed the ingredients together and the wands at either side before placing his hands above the wands and closing his eyes. The ingredients separated and moved to their respective wands; the feathers and the tears to the cherry wand, and the rest to the ebony wand. Ollivander placed each ingredient above the wand and it was absorbed into the wood using his magic. Soon he held up two complete wands and passed them to Harry. �Try those.�

The raven waved the ebony wand and a shower of rainbow-coloured jewels poured out of the end, but when he tried the cherry wand, a flow of blood rushed out. Harry looked at Ollivander worriedly.

�It�s fine Mr Potter. It just shows that the ebony wand is far better for the �lighter� spells, such as defensive spells, healing, wards, etc, and the cherry for the �darker� ones, like hexes, jinxes and so on. It�s all about balance, yin and yang.� Harry nodded in understanding and placed both wands in a pocket of his cargos. �Now, I know that those wands work better for you, but you should not use them in the ministry�s eye as they only have the holly on record.� Harry glanced up in shock. �Yes, they trace spells done with or around the registered wand, that�s why the first wand you get is only partially confidential.� Harry nodded again for what seemed like the tenth time. �Off you go then Mr Potter, I�m sure you have other things to do.�

�What about payment?�

�Your feathers were more than enough. Thank you.�

�Okay, if you�re sure��

�I am.� Harry hesitated for a second before hugging the thin man and running out of the shop. Ollivander smiled as he watched him run out of sight.

In the alley, Harry suddenly stopped and found himself outside the Magical Menagerie, he shrugged and moved into the shop.

He walked through the cages and tanks stacked all over but saw nothing new. Harry had reached the back of the shop and was about to turn around when a movement in the shadows caught his eye.

The raven crouched down and waited patiently, eyes fixed on where the movement had been. Glowing eyes appeared out of the darkness and the creature slowly moved forward so that Harry could see it in it�s entirety. It was a small black fox with bright green eyes and four tails, each of which had a crimson red tip.

Harry held his hand out and the fox licked his palm in greeting and friendship. The gryffindor picked up the animal when it had moved close enough and saw that it was male.

�Hmm, what should I call you?� Harry asked thoughtfully, and a name popped into his head. �Yami?� the fox yipped happily, attracting the sales assistant over to them.

�Can I help you with anything?� The sales clerk chirped, eyeing the raven hungrily.

�I just wanted to know how much the fox ix?� The assistant saw the fox and did a double take.

�I didn�t even know we had one in.�

�He was hiding in the back corner.�

�Oh. Um, we�ll say five galleons as he�s so small.�

�Okay.� Harry pulled the money out of the bag in his pocket and handed it over. �Bye.� He said distractedly as he left the shop with Yami in his arms.

�We really should go and visit the twins next I suppose. Knockturn Alley is the only other place I have to go and we should do that last so no one sees us with the stuff I need to get.� Harry looked down into eyes identical to his own. �What do you think Yami?� The fox licked his cheek, making the raven laugh. �The twins it is then.�

When Harry walked into Weasleys� Wizard Wheezes, nothing changed. Fred and George were still performing to their crowd of customers, exhibiting the products they had on offer. The raven moved around the edges of the store, looking at the displays and finding many products that he had already seen in action; such as the skiving snackboxes, extendable ears and portable swamps. He then waited patiently at the till for either Fred or George to notice him. It did not take long for George to finally bound over, seeing a potential customer.

�Can I help you with anything?� George asked politely. Harry turned around and laughed at the look of shock that crossed George�s face once he was recognised. �Blimey Harry, you look good!� The raven blushed, shielding himself with his long fringe and Yami�s fur. �Oi Fred, come over here!� George called, not even turning to look at his brother, his eyes were still fixed on Harry�s blushing figure.

�What is it?� Fred asked curiously once he had joined the duo.

�Look! Look who came to visit!� George cried ecstatically, bouncing in place and pointing at Harry. Fred turned to look and went into the exact same state of shock that George had, although George had to poke him to get him out of it.

�One second Harry, we�ll be right with you.� Fred assured. He turned to the now slightly smaller crowd of customers. �Everyone, we�re taking a break so the shop will be closed for a while.� He then ushered all of them out, locking the door and switching the sign to closed with his wand as he made his way back over to Harry.

�You didn�t have to send everyone away guys.� Harry said quietly, still blushing slightly as he placed Yami on the ground.

�Of course we did. Now we can have some one on one time with our favourite person�� Fred declared. Harry looked at the floor, embarrassed.

��Unless you wanted them to watch�� George said lasciviously, causing the raven to turn a whole new shade of red.

�Oh yeah, we have your stuff Ri.� Harry started bouncing up and down excitedly as Fred moved into the back and came out with a pile of DVDs and books. George picked up one of the books and saw a raven haired boy on the cover with the same hairstyle as Harry.

�Like the matching hairdos.� Fred and George grinned while Harry flushed, putting everything in his new school bag. �No, I meant it Ri, it suits you - you gonna transfigure some ears too?�

�Um�� ~I already have those~ Harry thought.

�It would go really well - �

�Yeah, very appealing.� Fred stated while wrapping an arm around Harry.

�Thanks guys.� Harry smiled.

�Well then, what are we to do now we�re alone?� The redheaded twins both smirked, Fred pulling Harry closer as George stalked towards them.

The raven suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of wrongness and guilt stamping down on his desire for the two brothers, and he had a desperate urge to go back to Riddick at Hogwarts. He started stuttering as Fred nuzzled into his neck.

�I-I-I c-can�t stay long. I-I st-still have th-things to g-get bef-fore I go b-back.�

�Surely you don�t have to leave right now��

�Play with us a little��

They moved in synchronisation, and Fred brought his lips to Harry�s in a passionate kiss. The raven pulled back only to step into the other�s waiting arms. He struggled free and dashed to an area free of redheaded menaces, where Yami was sniffing curiously, and picked the fox up, using him as a shield. The twins shared a look, then moved their concerned gazes towards the younger male.

�What�s wrong Ri?�

�Why don�t you want to play?� Harry fidgeted, stroking Yami�s tails as he blushed a deep crimson.

�It doesn�t feel right. I kinda like someone and this feels like I�m�uh�like, betraying them or something.�

The twins faces were split simultaneously with wicked grins, all traces of concern now gone.

�Oho, our Harry�s in love.�

�We�ll have to meet him, check he�s good enough for our little Harry.� Harry smiled, amused at the thought of them trying to intimidate Riddick, but then he remembered the time and jumped slightly.

�Guys, I really have to go. But I�ll see you soon, yeah?�

�Of course -�

�Dear Harry.�

�Can�t miss out on -�

�- meeting this new guy.�

�Oh, cut it out.� Harry grinned as he moved to the door. �Bye.� He waved with his free hand before slipping out and down to the darker area known as Knockturn Alley.

Harry cuddled closer to Yami as he entered the alley, but kept a confident stride to dissuade some of the more �enthusiastic� sellers that he had met on his previous visit. The raven headed straight to the apothecary, not wanting to spend anymore time there than he had to.

The gryffindor bravely moved to the counter and handed his ingredients list over to the aged salesman. His slytherin side came into play when the old potions seller raised an eyebrow at the list, and Harry sneered down at him, a sneer copied from the many Malfoy had sent his way.

He gathered the ingredients into his bag as the man placed them on the counter, listening closely (although he did not show it) to the danger warnings for each as he paid the man an obscene amount of money.

Harry moved out of the store as quickly as he deemed safe before heading back the way he came. However, before he could get very far he was stopped by a quiet yip from the black fox in his arms. Harry looked to where the fox was staring and saw a tattoo parlour. He looked back down and saw that all four of Yami�s tails were wagging madly.

�Okay, I�m going already.�

An hour later, a slightly numb raven tottered up to Diagon Alley with three new additions: a piercing in his left eyebrow; a black snake tattoo wrapped around his left bicep which hissed and moved; and a black panther tattoo that was currently prowling around his right hip.

Yami was snuggled in his arms fast asleep as he pulled the portkey from where it was hidden under his shirt. He stated the activation word once more and was soon making a dodgy landing in the middle of the Hogwarts entrance hall. Harry made sure he had everything before heading to his rooms, fully set on having a really long, peaceful sleep wrapped in Riddick�s arms.

A/N: And that�s the end of that chapter people, hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please tell me so in a review. It might take a while for the next chapter to come out as I haven�t written it yet, so please be patient. No writing can take place until my plot bunny and muse come back from their holiday and I�m not sure when that�ll be. *sigh* Anyway, review, review, review, and I hope to see you all next chapter. Oh, I almost forgot, if anyone wants a question answered, send me a message or an email, depending on what site you�re reading this on, as I keep forgetting to answer any stated in reviews. Later people.
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