An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Stoker

Harry hopped on one foot as she kept the slice of toast in her mouth and attempted to get her shoe on. Finally shoving her trainer on, she tied it really quickly and then repeated the process with her other foot, managing to find something to lean on to help her out. When she looked outside the window, the man waiting for her looked bored. Sighing to herself, she finished up her toast and then headed outside.

"Ready, Miss Potter?"

She scrunched up her nose, but nodded towards the Hit Wizard. After the debacle of the Ministry Invasion, where Voldemort revealed himself and led to Fudge being dismissed and Minister Scrimgeour coming into office, the first thing he'd had ordered was attaching a "bodyguard" to her. Thankfully, since the move to America and the deal between Dumbledore and Scrimgeour that she be better off kept quiet and under a Fidelius Charm, she hadn't really needed to have Arnold Peasegood around. Or so she thought.

She would be missing Hogwarts this year, but her education would still be taken to task by Peasegood. Dumbledore, also, had hinted at some kind of lesson he'd wanted her to learn, so he'd be periodically coming too, through the school year. Given that only Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper, with Peasegood having become a secondary, no one else knew of her location and so she'd have to learn on her own and keep her head down.

"We'll be going to Vertical Alley, the American version of Diagon," Peasegood told her. "You'll be needing a secondary wand and two holsters. If you need anything else, we'll buy them there."

She nodded and came closer, and he grabbed her arm before Apparating from there. They landed nearby a small building, and Peasegood was quick to usher her to it and then inside. Her eyes widened though, as the inside was completely larger than the outside had suggested and the fact the place was like a mall, rather than an "alley."

"I thought you said we were going to Vertical Alley," she croaked out.

Peasegood snorted, rolling his eyes. "You've been here a month. You should know Americans like to grandstand things. The name is just a name anyhow, probably a nod to Diagon Alley as it's obviously not an alley."

She nodded numbly and Peasegood headed over to an electronic board that held a map of the mall on it.

"Wands are here, so we'll head over and get you one quickly," he told her. "You should know you have permission to use magic here, and that it won't be traced or even noticed in the first place. Just remember the usual rules."

"Right," she muttered. "What about money? Is there a Gringotts here?"

"No, there is only one Gringotts in the world," he informed her. "I have obtained in your name what Gringotts have called their version of a 'Centurion Card,' so that you may buy things in both Muggle and Wizarding worlds without hassle, and having to periodically return to Gringotts and acquire currency. However, they sent me parchment which will periodically inform you of your banking statements, since you hadn't been able to receive and look them over before. I'll hand it to you before I leave."

She hadn't noticed they'd been walking while talking, and that they had already reached the wand store in the mall. From there, she entered hesitantly, still remembering her experience in Ollivander's. Which she was right to, seeing as soon as she'd started out trying wands, she either got no reaction or very violent ones. There didn't seem to be an in between. Fortunately, after going through many boxes of wands, she finally found the right fit with black and green sparks coming out of a blackthorn, Hungarian Horntail heartstring wand, whose design reminded her a bit of Hermione's, though much darker and a little thornier in design.

"Now that that's over with," Peasegood eyed her and her wand, "We'll take a quick look around the shops, and if you think of something you need immediately, speak up."