//------------------------------// // Diagon // Story: Nightmare at Hogwarts - Mother Moon, Daughter Shade // by Moterius //------------------------------// Harry James Nebula Moon-Potter Heir to Houses Peverell, Potter and Black Son to Lily Potter (nee Evans) and James Potter Daughter to Nightmare Moon “Not a word,” Harry hissed, both at me and the goblin, much to my amusement. I shrugged, taking both the papers and putting them away. The goblin meanwhile grumbled that ‘Gringotts is discrete’ in a tone of indignation. “Now that we’re done with that, can we deal with one other thing? I’d like to re-issue all keys for my vaults, in case older keys are found by others than myself.” The letter described that if Harry (in the general letter called ‘[my] charge’) had rights to any vaults yet obviously hasn’t had anyone to do it themselves, I or he should ask for all keys to be re-issued. “That’ll be ten galleons per vault, taken from the respective one,” the Goblin said, and I shrugged. About half an hour later, I had been given around a dozen keys, and a good number of golden coins, and I had left another connected book with the goblins; thankfully just taking money from our vaults did not require us to retrieve it from the vaults themselves. I left the book, because no matter the reason, I was not going to allow anyone to trace me with magic, and while the goblin asked us if we wanted to retrieve the money ourselves, neither I nor Harry saw reason to do so. For some reason, the goblin was quire stumped when he heard us respond as such. “So, what’s first on the list?” I asked, ignoring the stare Harry was giving me. Mainly because I was now a bit shorter than he was, having shrunk myself down to the height of an eleven-year-old. “Uh… three sets of work robes.” “I see,” I said, and we entered the robe shop (once we actually found it). “Oh, hello!” the lone witch in the room greeted us, looking at us with a curious gaze. “Hogwarts?” We nodded, and I pulled out a slip with three sets of measurements. “We need three sets each with those measurements. They are accurate,” I responded, and she took the paper, looked at us, seemingly decided that the measurements looked right, and nodded. “Well, this will make my work easier. Can you come back in about an hour? I doubt the robes will fit perfectly, but they should sit pretty good even if I’ll not make sure they’re in the right sizes.” “We can do that. The hats and cloaks are included, I presume?” She nodded, and we shrugged, leaving. “There’s a lot of stuff we can get in the apothecary, too,” Harry said, and I shrugged. The shop was smaller than the robe shop, probably because most people only entered it for a few minutes. I looked around, then frowned. “Something isn’t right,” I said, before realizing that there was a feeling of inert magic coming from a corner of the shop. Walking over there, I realized the shop sold unicorn horns, but I did not allow myself to get angry, yet. Picking one up, I ran my magic through it, realizing it still conducted perfectly, and when I looked at the bottom, both the horn and the ley-lines had a smooth ending. The former could be archived with a file, but the latter? Virtually impossible. “Looks voluntarily shed. Why would they do that?” I wondered, making a note to come back later and buy the entire stock. They would be really useful; I never could get unicorn horns in Equestria. The only option would have been to attack a unicorn or to desecrate a grave, and I would never do either. (For the horns, that is.) “Mo- Nightshade, I got everything we need for Hogwarts. Do you want to buy some materials?” I shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to seriously try my hand in potions but most of the ingredients I usually work with are really volatile. Those, having much less energy in them, could be perfect for a magic-attracting solution.” “So, grab everything, got it.” “Not yet. We’ll return here once we got the rest of our stuff; I don’t want to overspend,” I said, and Harry shrugged. “Fair enough.” Entering the wand shop further down the street, I realized the wands were filigree, intricate foci for magic. I frowned. “Those aren’t suited for me. I have to make foci for both myself and Nebula, but your magic is suited for them,” I said to Harry, causing him to look at me in confusion. “Why?” “Pressure. Humans have, compared to other magical creatures, weak magic. And do you remember where my magic comes from? Or Nebulas?” Harry shuddered. “Fair point… it would just shatter, wouldn’t it?” I nodded. “The only reasonable foci I saw today would be those unicorn horns. They can withstand a lot of magic pressure,” I mused, and Harry nodded, before turning to the old man who had watched our conversation in interest. “Why are you saying that my wands would not work? Is your magic truly that powerful?” “Being a deities’ descendant does that to you,” I deadpanned, and the man’s eyes widened. “Yes, that would do it. Though…” Running to the back of the shop, he then came back with a wand that felt… different. I realized a moment later why – it was shrunken down. A staff, not a wand. “This has been given to me by my father. He said that it was a reminder not to overestimate yourself, that not every ‘wand’ will find a suitable wielder. I am happy that you could prove him wrong,” he said, and I picked the ‘wand’ up, seeing how resilient it actually was. “This thing can channel divine energy,” I realized, more than a bit impressed. Usually only living foci had a chance to withstand that. I used my normal magic, to draw a few runes with it, and to my surprise, found that it was simpler to do so than before. Just a bit, but it was faster. It also did not clash with my aura, something that the old man also realized. “Yes… a perfect fit! Oh, wondrous day…” Then, he turned to Harry. “You are… the young Potter, right? I remember your parents when they bought their wands here… so cheerful people, it is sad to know they died. Wand arm?” Harry held out his right arm on reflex, and Ollivander measured the ley-lines flowing through it. After testing a few wands, we eventually arrived at a Holly-Phoenix wand. “I wonder… will this one be the right?” Harry waved the wand, and it seemed to connect to his core – just not fully. “There’s something blocking your full potential… do you have a creature inheritance? Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” he said, and Harry blinked. “Not exactly… but my magic has a second half.” “Ah, I see!” the man replied in a happy tone, starting to look at Harry’s magic again. “Hm… maybe?” Vanishing into the back of the shop, he came back with a grey hair of some kind, instructing Harry to wrap it around the wand and swing it again. This time, the wand shot out golden and grey sparks in a much larger volume. “Ah yes, that will be perfect. Please, give me a minute,” he said, doing something to the wand, and the hair vanished inside of it. “I’m sorry to say this, but I think you should know. This wand is the brother wand to the one that took your parents’ lives, and it is fairly powerful. I expect great things from you, mister Potter. Just remember – the dark lord did terrible things, yes, but great too. Power isn’t about strength; it’s how you use it. If you ever fight him – attempt not to channel through the phoenix feather. It will cause… problems,” he explained in a fairly somber tone, before snapping back to ‘normal’. “That’ll be fourteen galleons.” We nodded, paid up, and then picked up our robes before returning to the apothecary. Counting the coins in our pockets, we then started to pile up potion materials on the counter, getting more than just a few odd stares from the clerk and the man browsing the shop. “What in the world are you planning on brewing?” the man asked, causing me to shrug. “I want to make a magic conductor. Those materials are really tranquil compared to the volatile crap from the Everfree, or heaven forbid that mare’s mane,” I responded, picking up the unicorn horns and placing them on the counter. “Aren’t you a bit too young for that?” “Depends on whom you ask… anyways, you’re a potion enthusiast, too?” I asked, but he shook his head. I shrugged, and went back into the shop, grabbing the rest of the necessary supplies. While piling them up on the counter, I then remembered we still would need to grab a telescope. ...before realizing that they did not specify what kind. Which meant I could use the one I already had.