A Mute French Girl

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When Harry opened his eyes he found himself in a dirty old alley, but to the sides, people were bustling about.
Lilly lead him toward the crowd, but stopped half way infront of a door. Harry watched her do some weird knock and the door opened!

Inside was a skinny average height man who had no hair on his head, not even eye brows!?
The man greeted them with a secretive smirk, his eyes always darting from them to the covered windows and the door back to them.
Finally, Lilly sighed and rolled her eyes. Harry felt her put up wards and the man physically relaxed. "As always your magic is always there to save the day Lady Elf. Though I was surpised when you contacted me. I figured magic could what you wished."
Lilly nodded. "Indeed, but magic can fade, be removed, or be seen. We need something the Magics won't think of." She smirked.


18 hours.

It took 18 hours to get the silicone shaping molded right and colored well. It took 18 hours to put Make up his face in a way that made him look naturally dark skinned even though he was oddly pale for spending most his days out in the sun. Not quite white, but more of a nice pastel pink.

It took 18 hours to put temporary die in his hair and style it. Harry had more of a feminine build and hadn't really had a hair cut since he was four. Oh sure, Lilly tried to cut it for him, but Harry always said he wanted it long cuz he thought it was cooler. Whatever. He still got trims though.

They decided to temporarily die his hair blue, Harry's choice, but leave his roots bleached blonde so it looked like he was naturally blonde. With long hair and never having worn one before, the Mystery Man didn't trust Harry enough with on of his wigs.

His hand made, high quality, professional wigs.

In the end, Harry was all but impressed with the situation.

BUT
Apparently Olivander was a Golem or Gnome or somthing. He could see past Glamours and Illousions. This wasn't magic in anyway, so it would be enough to trick him.

"Come along Jasmine!" Lilly said as she waited in the door way.
"Do I really have to where the dress?" Harry groaned. Lilly just smiled.
"No, but I'd thought you'd look cute. Smile!"
Before Harry had a chance, the evil house elf had a picture. Harry groaned louder making both Lilly and Mr.Assassin/Spy roll their eyes in amusment.

Lilly took Jasmine's hand and aperated them to directly in from of Olivander's. Might as well get the over with now. Oddly, before they walked in, Lilly put a language translation spell on him....

Jasmine walked in an was amazed by all she saw. It was a quaint little shop, but held a subtle beauty about it. "Ah! And who might this be? Rare I see 7 year olds alone in my shop. Are you lost little girl?" He asked.

Harry had to admit, he was slightly irked the old coot hadn't acnknowledged his mom, but Lilly had explained that this was just how things were. So, he just played the incredibly shy, mute, pureblood girl.

"M-miss. Bouilloire is here for an earily wand sir." Lilly said in false nervousness and submissiveness.

Olivander frowned at the elf. "I think she can speak for herself." He said in a formal way and Harry couldn't tell if he pretending to hate his mom to put on a show, or attemtping not to sound like an asshole in front of a child.
Either way, Harry stayed silent and let his mom due all the talking.
"S-sorry sir. Miss. Bouilloire doesn't speak any English and is very shy. She has a translateor spell, but Issy had been t-told to act as her v-voice when needed..." She bowed her head in submissiveness for the added effect.
Olivander just nodded to the elf before smiling brightly at Jasmine.
"Well let's get going, shall we?"

He didn't wait for a responce as he escaped to start the long and grueling process.

Wand after wand until finally Olivander brought forward a box, very nervously.

He handed the box over to the shy girl and sparks flew. Olivander could only nod.

"Do be careful. This wand is the brother of another who belonged to a very evil, though powerful, wizard." He warned. Har-Jamsine nodded and Lilly thanked the old man.

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