Squib

Chapter 17: A Mission

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A Mission:

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In a deserted alleyway hidden in the shadows stood a person. Wearing a black hooded cloak, one would almost think he was a death eater. But as the hood was raised, the absence of a mask betrayed that fact. Messy black hair scattered all over the place and below that, a sharp face. The most striking features of the face though were his eyes. An emerald green that seemed to glow in the darkness. The man, no boy, raised a tube filled with a colored liquid to his lips as he drank it.

Emptying the tube he placed it back on it's holster attached to his belt. "I've got to get a better way to store my potions" he muttered as seemed to grow until in his place stood an exact replica of him though looking ten years older. Another swallow of a potion and his jet black hair changed into a light brown color as his eyes changed to match his hair. The dark looking teen was now an average looking adult.

Calmly walking out of the alley he headed towards a dusty old restaurant nearby which only wizards could see, the Leaky Couldron. Another person, another boy fell in step with him as he stood outside the door to the Leaky couldron. "Come on Adam, Let's go shopping." Harry simply said.

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"Can we go to the bookstore now, we've sold the basilisk skin, added extra money to our vault and practically bought whole new wardrobes." Adam pleaded.

"Yeah you head off, I've got some ingredients to buy." Harry said as he headed towards the Apocathery.

As he entered the potions store he headed straight towards the counter. "I need these ingredients, money is of no concern." Harry said in a no nonsense voice.

The shop keeper took a look at the list and whistled. "I'm afraid we don't sell these three ingredients. And the final ingredient, the hair of a werewolf isn't sold in a shop. Werewolves would raid it and destroy such a shop." The man told him.

Harry nodded as the man went to work. Soon all except the aforementioned ingredients were in a bag shrunk in his pocket. The man made a bill and Harry gave it a look. "What's the hundred galleons of extra charges?" Harry asked more from curiosity than from any hesitation to spend money.

The man gave him a look of understanding. "Ah, so this is your first time. Well, you should know that even carrying a list can indicate what potion you're going to make. And the list is evidence enough that you're going to make an illegal potion. So the hundred galleons is for not calling the aurors. Now get out of here before I change my mind." The man told him after he received his money.

Harry meanwhile was thinking, 'An illegal potion.....and here I was thinking Snape was never going to start teaching me those with Dumbledore around.' A smirk appeared on his face as he made his way towards the bookstore.

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The shopkeeper's eyes widened as he saw both Harry and Adam carrying very large amounts of books inside the weightless baskets. Today was his lucky day, he just hoped they had the money to buy all these.

He waved his wand as the books were dropped on the counter and were automatically sorted into bags. He then touched his wand to a piece of parchment and read off of it to Harry and Adam.

"That's a total of 114 books, thirty from the defense section, thirty from Warding, forty from the Runes section and the remaining from the Potions section. Which makes a grand total of two thousand five hundred and ten galleons. I'll knock off the ten galleons so two thousand five hundred galleons please." The shopkeeper said with a wide smile.