Chapter Two û Funding
harry potter stared down the Linkin Bridge at the ripples in the iron colored lake below. He was thinking. Today he had found a magazine that had a fascinating idea. An idea Harry was willing to test. A hole he didn't know he had in his heart closed up like a bottle of soda. He had a goal now, an obsession, something to commit his entire mental and phsyical energies to. For thirty years he had been drifting, doing nothing, wasting himself, and now he had something to do finally.
For the first time in months, harry smiled he was finnally happy.
He went home that day in a rush, eager to get started. At once he started searching his dirty home that was filled with ridiculous amounts of junk. He was searching for his Gringotts key. "where did i put it?" He asked to himself in frustration. Then he found the shiny key under his bed, in a black garbage bag that also had his wand and a few wizarding robes.
Harry Potter was going to make a return to the Wizarding World; and boy would they be shocked! Harry smiled again, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, smiling a thin-lipped smile on a wrinkled old face. At once he put on his wizard robe and hat, put the wand in his belt loop, hanging like a police baton, and his key in hand. "Did I forget how to do this?" He muttered to himself as he pulled his wand out and waved it around, "Apparatus!" He cried out and with a pop he went out of existence from his apartment.
He appeared in front of the leaky cauldron, a lean, mean, obsessed machine. The fire was back in his eyes, the spark of life. He had a goal now, he had something to do. He entered the Leaky Cauldron, a dark and damp pub that held a cross between strange muggles and even stranger wizards, all aware of magic of course. Harry opened the door of the pub and a bell sound was heard. It jingled.
Harry entered like how a cowboy enters in those Westerns he liked so much. The talk instantly died down, his black boots made slow thonk thonk thonk noisses as he walked to the counter where an old man much like him was. His name was Tom and he had been the bartendder for years. The noise that had died down came at a fevor almost at once; a feveor of whispers.
"Is that Harry Potter?"
"No bloody way! THE Harry Potter? The real one?"
"Yeah thats him, I saw him on the Daily Prophet. Heard he lives like a muggle nowadays."
"wish he stayed a muggle,"
"Shut the hell up!"
"Wow, why is he here now? Is there another dark wizard on the loose?"
"Bloody hell... This is amazing! Wait till I tell Martha when I get home!"
Yes, the whispers. They followed him like a pack of hound dogs on the trail. He could never get rid of it and now he wasnt sure he wanted to. He had a plan. He went out the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, on the brick walled alleyway. As expected he reached a dead end - a brick wall that stretch high, at least two stories or so.
Now what was the combination again? Harry licked his dry lips and glanced back, the crowd was following. "You couldn't tell me how to get in, could ya?" He asked.
They watched him in half awed, half afraid, silence. Harry sighed and folded his arms, tapped his foot. "I am waiting."
"Yeah sure, I'll do it," One brave twelve year old said from the crowd. He stepped forward, he had copper hair, like the kind on an american penny, and bright brown eyes thaht held curiousity and much amazement. The boy took out his wand from the back pocket of his tattered old jeans and tapped the combination with nervous, hasty gestures. Finally he blurted out (and harry was waiting for this), "Are you really Harry Potter?"
Harry smiled, even though it pained him to do so, he hated fanboys, and he said, "Yeah I am. Want an autograph?"
He wasn't really expecting the boy to say yes, but whaddaya know?
"Really? Sure! This will be worht millions on ebay, wow!"
Harry blinked. It seemed things had... changed in the wizarding world. The boy reached inito his pocket and pulled out a scrap parchment and a plastic muggle pen. "Here ya go!"
Harry scrawled a quick signature and turned his back to the awed boy. The alley was open, and Diagon Alley looked as beautiful as ever with its bustling haven of witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and all manner of creatures that would scare the jeebies off a kid going trick o treating on halloween.
Harry walked in the middle of the street. His planned called for him attracting as much attention as possible. He was walking, and the crowd from the Leaky Cauldron followed like puppies with big eyes. Along the way, more and more people were following, until he had a giant sized crowd right behindd him. He looked like he was on the head of the gay parade if the ridiculous robes that they were all wearing was anything to go by.
The rumours started at once, and the whisperes just continued. Everyone was talking to everyone and whispereing behind his back. Harry found it annoying but didnÆt show it and wore a blank and happy expression on his face instead.
They continued, HarryÆs footsteps still palpable as ever. Thunk thunk thunk. Harry boosted his aura, his magical power with a bit of concentration and compelled people to subconscoiusly follow him. It was all part of his plan.
Gringotts was at the end of the street, his destination. The rumours and the whispers he could hear:
ôIs he headed to Gringotts?ö
ôHeÆs crazy! He cant take the bank by himself!ö
ôWhat? Why will he do that? He is obviously cashing in the check for the bounty huntings the ministry assigned him. Read it on the Quibbler.ö
Harry smiled at the last one, that was really amusing. He looked ahead and in the distance saw alarmed looking goblins rushing out of the bank wearing suits of armor and axes in their hands. They probably thought the wizards were finally going to kill them all.
Naw. Not that.
He had a much simpler plan, have the wizarding world FUND his new venture. No way he was using his own gold.
In front of the marble steps of the bank, hundreds of grim faced goblins rushed out, fully armed and in rank like Roman Armies. At the head was a fierce looking goblin with two axes on his back riding a huge black wolf that had bloodshot grey eyes and drooled at the mouth. Harry surpressed a shiver, along with the rest of his fans. The goblins looked fucking scary.
Harry smiled amiably at them and stepped forwad, climbed the steps and stood right in front of the guards. Then, he unknowingly commited the greatest insult in Goblin culture. He turned his back on the goblins and faced the crowd.
ôLadies and Gentlemen, Witches, Wizards, and creatures of all manner alike, Welcome!ö
The crowd roared and cheered, going along with the flow. ôYa!ö ôWoot! Harry Potter!ö
Harry blinked, it seemed the wizarding world became more muggleized than before. He shrugged to himself, thinking this will only make his plan more easier.
ôI am indeed Harry Potter, the one and only.ö He lifted the tuft of grey hair on his head, showing his lightning bolt scar.
The crowd gasped, and behind him the goblins stood in stony silence, but their eyes held hate and anger at a great extent. Turning your back on a goblin was the biggest insult in their books, and this Harry Potter just insulted them, no doubt thinking he was better than them! The outrage!
ôWow! ThatÆs really Harry Potter!ö
ôI saw his scar! I saw his scar!ö
ôwish I had a camera!ö
Harry smiled at them and continued, ôI have made a return to the magical world!ö He proclaimed. The crowd cheered heartily. ôFor that, we musthave a celebration, of course but that can wait.ö
The crowd stood in stunned silence.
ôI will be supplying the food and drinks myself.ö
The crowd roared happily, ôYeah! Go Harry!ö
Several brave teenage girls flashed their tops off, for about a second or two and the crowd went wild.
Inwardly Harry was feeling exhausted, a big drain on his magic to subtly influence the crowd to be rowdy. A magical crowd as it was too! Even harder. But he had above average magical stamina and he could hold it up.
He held up his hands, the crowd obediantly turned silent.
ôI have started a new project!ö He said.
The crowd tensed, some gasped, some cheered. Most waited in stunned suspense.
öI will be making a journey to Mars!ö He said.
The crowd started cheering, but then HarryÆs magical influence broke off. They stopped abrubtly just staring at Harry in shock.
öWait did he say Mars?ö
ôIs he fuckin insane? He is fuckin insane!ö
ôYou Know Who is possessing him! Run for your lives!ö
Most stayed still though.
ôPlease Listen!ö Harry roared, the crowd silenced at once. ôTo do this I will need to build a space ship, huge one at that, fully furnished, and one that wiill be effective. For that I need gold.ö
He paused, and continued, ôTo be more specific, Your gold!ö
The crowd was in a state of stunned silence.
Then they went balistic.
***
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harry potter stared down the Linkin Bridge at the ripples in the iron colored lake below. He was thinking. Today he had found a magazine that had a fascinating idea. An idea Harry was willing to test. A hole he didn't know he had in his heart closed up like a bottle of soda. He had a goal now, an obsession, something to commit his entire mental and phsyical energies to. For thirty years he had been drifting, doing nothing, wasting himself, and now he had something to do finally.
For the first time in months, harry smiled he was finnally happy.
He went home that day in a rush, eager to get started. At once he started searching his dirty home that was filled with ridiculous amounts of junk. He was searching for his Gringotts key. "where did i put it?" He asked to himself in frustration. Then he found the shiny key under his bed, in a black garbage bag that also had his wand and a few wizarding robes.
Harry Potter was going to make a return to the Wizarding World; and boy would they be shocked! Harry smiled again, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, smiling a thin-lipped smile on a wrinkled old face. At once he put on his wizard robe and hat, put the wand in his belt loop, hanging like a police baton, and his key in hand. "Did I forget how to do this?" He muttered to himself as he pulled his wand out and waved it around, "Apparatus!" He cried out and with a pop he went out of existence from his apartment.
He appeared in front of the leaky cauldron, a lean, mean, obsessed machine. The fire was back in his eyes, the spark of life. He had a goal now, he had something to do. He entered the Leaky Cauldron, a dark and damp pub that held a cross between strange muggles and even stranger wizards, all aware of magic of course. Harry opened the door of the pub and a bell sound was heard. It jingled.
Harry entered like how a cowboy enters in those Westerns he liked so much. The talk instantly died down, his black boots made slow thonk thonk thonk noisses as he walked to the counter where an old man much like him was. His name was Tom and he had been the bartendder for years. The noise that had died down came at a fevor almost at once; a feveor of whispers.
"Is that Harry Potter?"
"No bloody way! THE Harry Potter? The real one?"
"Yeah thats him, I saw him on the Daily Prophet. Heard he lives like a muggle nowadays."
"wish he stayed a muggle,"
"Shut the hell up!"
"Wow, why is he here now? Is there another dark wizard on the loose?"
"Bloody hell... This is amazing! Wait till I tell Martha when I get home!"
Yes, the whispers. They followed him like a pack of hound dogs on the trail. He could never get rid of it and now he wasnt sure he wanted to. He had a plan. He went out the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, on the brick walled alleyway. As expected he reached a dead end - a brick wall that stretch high, at least two stories or so.
Now what was the combination again? Harry licked his dry lips and glanced back, the crowd was following. "You couldn't tell me how to get in, could ya?" He asked.
They watched him in half awed, half afraid, silence. Harry sighed and folded his arms, tapped his foot. "I am waiting."
"Yeah sure, I'll do it," One brave twelve year old said from the crowd. He stepped forward, he had copper hair, like the kind on an american penny, and bright brown eyes thaht held curiousity and much amazement. The boy took out his wand from the back pocket of his tattered old jeans and tapped the combination with nervous, hasty gestures. Finally he blurted out (and harry was waiting for this), "Are you really Harry Potter?"
Harry smiled, even though it pained him to do so, he hated fanboys, and he said, "Yeah I am. Want an autograph?"
He wasn't really expecting the boy to say yes, but whaddaya know?
"Really? Sure! This will be worht millions on ebay, wow!"
Harry blinked. It seemed things had... changed in the wizarding world. The boy reached inito his pocket and pulled out a scrap parchment and a plastic muggle pen. "Here ya go!"
Harry scrawled a quick signature and turned his back to the awed boy. The alley was open, and Diagon Alley looked as beautiful as ever with its bustling haven of witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and all manner of creatures that would scare the jeebies off a kid going trick o treating on halloween.
Harry walked in the middle of the street. His planned called for him attracting as much attention as possible. He was walking, and the crowd from the Leaky Cauldron followed like puppies with big eyes. Along the way, more and more people were following, until he had a giant sized crowd right behindd him. He looked like he was on the head of the gay parade if the ridiculous robes that they were all wearing was anything to go by.
The rumours started at once, and the whisperes just continued. Everyone was talking to everyone and whispereing behind his back. Harry found it annoying but didnÆt show it and wore a blank and happy expression on his face instead.
They continued, HarryÆs footsteps still palpable as ever. Thunk thunk thunk. Harry boosted his aura, his magical power with a bit of concentration and compelled people to subconscoiusly follow him. It was all part of his plan.
Gringotts was at the end of the street, his destination. The rumours and the whispers he could hear:
ôIs he headed to Gringotts?ö
ôHeÆs crazy! He cant take the bank by himself!ö
ôWhat? Why will he do that? He is obviously cashing in the check for the bounty huntings the ministry assigned him. Read it on the Quibbler.ö
Harry smiled at the last one, that was really amusing. He looked ahead and in the distance saw alarmed looking goblins rushing out of the bank wearing suits of armor and axes in their hands. They probably thought the wizards were finally going to kill them all.
Naw. Not that.
He had a much simpler plan, have the wizarding world FUND his new venture. No way he was using his own gold.
In front of the marble steps of the bank, hundreds of grim faced goblins rushed out, fully armed and in rank like Roman Armies. At the head was a fierce looking goblin with two axes on his back riding a huge black wolf that had bloodshot grey eyes and drooled at the mouth. Harry surpressed a shiver, along with the rest of his fans. The goblins looked fucking scary.
Harry smiled amiably at them and stepped forwad, climbed the steps and stood right in front of the guards. Then, he unknowingly commited the greatest insult in Goblin culture. He turned his back on the goblins and faced the crowd.
ôLadies and Gentlemen, Witches, Wizards, and creatures of all manner alike, Welcome!ö
The crowd roared and cheered, going along with the flow. ôYa!ö ôWoot! Harry Potter!ö
Harry blinked, it seemed the wizarding world became more muggleized than before. He shrugged to himself, thinking this will only make his plan more easier.
ôI am indeed Harry Potter, the one and only.ö He lifted the tuft of grey hair on his head, showing his lightning bolt scar.
The crowd gasped, and behind him the goblins stood in stony silence, but their eyes held hate and anger at a great extent. Turning your back on a goblin was the biggest insult in their books, and this Harry Potter just insulted them, no doubt thinking he was better than them! The outrage!
ôWow! ThatÆs really Harry Potter!ö
ôI saw his scar! I saw his scar!ö
ôwish I had a camera!ö
Harry smiled at them and continued, ôI have made a return to the magical world!ö He proclaimed. The crowd cheered heartily. ôFor that, we musthave a celebration, of course but that can wait.ö
The crowd stood in stunned silence.
ôI will be supplying the food and drinks myself.ö
The crowd roared happily, ôYeah! Go Harry!ö
Several brave teenage girls flashed their tops off, for about a second or two and the crowd went wild.
Inwardly Harry was feeling exhausted, a big drain on his magic to subtly influence the crowd to be rowdy. A magical crowd as it was too! Even harder. But he had above average magical stamina and he could hold it up.
He held up his hands, the crowd obediantly turned silent.
ôI have started a new project!ö He said.
The crowd tensed, some gasped, some cheered. Most waited in stunned suspense.
öI will be making a journey to Mars!ö He said.
The crowd started cheering, but then HarryÆs magical influence broke off. They stopped abrubtly just staring at Harry in shock.
öWait did he say Mars?ö
ôIs he fuckin insane? He is fuckin insane!ö
ôYou Know Who is possessing him! Run for your lives!ö
Most stayed still though.
ôPlease Listen!ö Harry roared, the crowd silenced at once. ôTo do this I will need to build a space ship, huge one at that, fully furnished, and one that wiill be effective. For that I need gold.ö
He paused, and continued, ôTo be more specific, Your gold!ö
The crowd was in a state of stunned silence.
Then they went balistic.
***
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