Bringing Veggie Power To The World- As if

Chapter 6

"Follow me, what last name are you going to take?" Bloodknife asked.

Harry thought for a minute before he answered, "Black. I'll take up black." The black family has a lot of descendants so nobody would suspect him. He'll just say he's a distant cousin of Sirius Black.

"Okay then follow me Mr Black." Harry saw him leaving and followed his dark grey form.

"Harry are ya done?" Jordyn asked outside, her blue aura shifting uncomfortably.

"No. You can go shopping. I'll be out in a bit." He answered.

"Okay!" She said in her chirpy tone as he watched her aura skip away. He rolled his unseeing eyes and jogged to catch up with his accountant. Harry followed him down a couple of hallways and around some corners before Bloodknife finally stopped.

"We're here." He told Harry.

"Okay. Do you want my blood now or do you want it in there?"

"In there. Now, follow me." He said as he walked into the room. Harry followed him in and felt an immediate difference. This room felt ancient... it was positively thriving with an ancient power probably older than even Hogwarts. He saw more dark grey aura's as he walked further into the room.

When the door slammed shut behind him, he jumped. "Come further Mr. Black." One of the auras on the left said. He kept walking until the same voice said halt. He stopped and the grey blobs surrounded him, their goblin magic saturating the air around them.

"Unclothe." A raspier voice commanded. Harry hesitated before following out his command, his mind whispering insecurities about his scars.

He stripped out of his clothing and set it next to him in a pile, shifting uncomfortably in his nudity. He held out his arm when a goblin told him to, and felt the metal pierce his skin. He felt the warm blood dripping down his arm, the pain was intoxicating, and for a second, his mind wanted more, before the cut was healed abruptly, throwing the thoughts from his mind.

They started chanting and Harry tried to remember what they said but the pain was crippling it was so much worse than before. He screamed as it felt like he was being burned alive. His face felt like a chainsaw was taken to it and his back felt like it was being mauled by wolfs.

Another agonized scream ripped itself from his throat as he felt his muscles ripping and his bones breaking. It stopped for a second and in that second he allowed himself to have a small glimmer of hope that the pain was over, only to have it slam back into him hard enough that he fell onto the ground, shaking and almost howling at the pain.

His back arched as his wings were ripped forcibly out of them, as he had tucked them in before he left his accountants office, and his mouth opened up as he was assaulted with the same crippling pain as before.

For a second, when the pain had lessened, a thought clashed through his mind, This was almost like a second inheritance...

The pain hit a peak, and Harry collapsed, unconscious to the world once again.

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"Well, well..." a voice mocked from behind the small 4 year old boy. The boy turned, startled, and his heart thrummed in his chest to hide his tiny friend. "If it isn't the freak!" The bully said, pushing the boy back.