Blood Bonds

Chp 5: Phalic symbols and Bling

A/N: I just wanted to specify since I didnt earlier that this is mental conversations between Harry and Sev, and this is Fawkes' mental voice.
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Safely down the street and on the way to Ollivander’s; their last stop, Fred and George quizzed Harry on his conversation with the son of Voldemort’s right-hand man.

     “He didn’t recognize me, but thought he could get into my pants,” smirked Harry.

     The identical looks of malicious devilment on the twins’ faces made Harry laugh. “Just wait till he figures out who he was hitting on!” and “We must be there when he figures it out” came simultaneously from the pair.

     “Ferret’s going to have a fit when he finds out,” added George. “We should take photos, could sell them for a fortune! What do you say Harry? Harry?” But Harry was gone. Looking back, they were just in time to see him disappear into a jewelry store. They looked at each other in puzzlement and jogged to catch up.

     “See something you like Shade? If you’re planning a heist, we’re going to need wigs, little black dresses and sunglasses.”

     “Mmm, something to help keep my mate safe, since he continues to attend parties with those over-excitable acquaintances of his,” mused Harry. “Since I can’t be there in person, I’ll send him something to remember me by.”

     “Can’t exactly see him wearing bling,” sniggered Fred. The other two laughed at the thought.

     “True. But this…this he will wear.” Harry held up a platinum ring, shaped like an ouroboros - a snake biting its own tail. Two tiny emerald eyes winked up at him from the head. “This is perfect. It’s a symbol of renewal and rebirth, appropriate for us, I think.” He negotiated with the shopkeeper for the ring and several lightning bolt-shaped pendants of various sizes for the others he wanted to assign and protect as his inner circle. Stepping behind the twins into the shadows, he took out his wand to cast intensive protection spells on the ring, and another to mask the magic used. Without the latter, a powerful enough wizard would be able to sense both the spells and the identity of the caster. Unfortunately, Voldemort, Dumbledore and Severus were all powerful enough to do so, which would defeat the purpose of his spells. When he was satisfied, he raised the ring and gently touched it to his lips, then slipped it into a green satin pouch with a short note.

     “Fred, will you take this to the Post Office and send it to my darling mate, please?”

     Fred took it with a flourish and affected a snooty accent. “Yes, milord. I would be delighted to deliver this token to your beloved. May I be of assistance in any other way milord?”

     Harry waved him off. “No, that will be all for now.” Fred grinned and wandered off, leaving George and Harry to continue on to the wand maker’s.
 

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     “Ahh, Mr Weasley: willow, nine and a half inches, rigid, dragon tooth core; a fine wand. And … Mr Potter? How interesting, I almost didn’t recognize you. Ah, I see. Holly, eleven inches, supple with a phoenix tail feather core. How intriguing. Your old wand is no longer suitable for you. You seem to have come into a magical inheritance. This will be remarkable, indeed. Well, come in then. Considering how difficult it was to match you with your last wand, we may be here for quite a while.” Harry and George looked at each other in surprise. Neither had ever heard of Ollivander having difficulty recognizing a patron of his shop. They obediently trooped into the shop, following the old man.