Once again time for another chapter. This will be my (hopefully) last un-beta'd chapter. I got a few offers so now I just need to pick one for this story. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.
LAST TIME ON The Feel of Feelings Rewrite
"Well," Remus said thoughtfully, "that should be long enough for the two of you to get through Diagon alley and do what you need. No one knows you in muggle London so you should be fine there without the potion. How long will it take for you to make the potion?"
"It should be ready for tomorrow morning. I'm going to be a girl." Harry started giggling.
The other two ignored him and left.
"You have everything? Harry has all of his new clothes?" Remus asked the two anxiously.
"Yes Remus," Hermione told the older man soothingly. "And I've already spelled two necklaces," Hermione tugged at the one around Harry's neck, "with the charm to prevent mind invasions, so we don't need to worry about legilimency."
Remus took a calming breath. "Okay, good luck you two." He gave them both tight hugs. "And Harry," Remus' lips twitched, "you look good as a girl."
Harry fluttered his eyelashes as Hermione dragged him out the door laughing. Harry took a deep breath. "Ah, the outside world, how I missed ye."
"It has been awhile for you hasn't it." Hermione gave him a gentle smile before becoming all business. "I need you to stay silent, you look like a girl, but you don't sound like one. Once we're in a private room in Gringotts you can talk, the goblins will need to know who you are anyway. I need you to act like you've never been to Diagon before and please don't wonder off any where."
"I was good at masks before Azkaban and I think being there helped me refine the talent. It'll be fine," Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and smiled up at her, looking to the world like an excited girl going to see something new.
"That's…kinda creepy. Amazing, but creepy."
Harry just smiled up at her and wanting to get everything done - not only did the potion last a mere five hours, Harry really was creeping her out, he definitely wasn't like this before Azkaban - she apparated them both to an alley close to the Leaky Cauldron.
It was easy to get through the pub and even the alley, they looked exactly like what they wanted to portray and no one looked twice at them. Once in Gringotts they walked to an open teller and waited for acknowledgment. When the goblin looked up and glared at them, Hermione spoke up. "We," she waved her hand towards Harry, "would like to talk with someone privately about inheritances and transferring funds."
"Tilhank will be right with you."
Harry and Hermione stepped away from the till so the person behind them could go. Harry gave Hermione an inquiring look, but remember not to talk yet.
"If you claim your inheritance, Dumbledore or anyone else wont be able to get at you money."
Harry nodded with as his eyes narrowed in anger and they waited for whichever goblin was Tilhank.
"You the ones wanting to talk about inheritance and transfers?"
They looked down at a sneering goblin they had missed walking towards them.
"Yes, we are." Hermione smiled down at the goblin who's sneer deepened.
"Very well, follow me."
The goblin led them away from the front and down a path that was in the opposite direction as the carts. He walked through an open door and with a hesitant step, the two followed him in. As the goblin sat behind the desk, they reasonably assumed that this goblin was Tilhank and sat in the chairs on the other side of his desk.
"Which one of you will I be working with today?"
Tilhank raised an eyebrow at the male voice coming from a female body but didn't comment. "And what do you wish to know?"
"Why is the sky blue? I've heard it's a reflection of lakes and oceans but aren't they green sometimes? And isn't there one that's red? Does that mean the sky is different colors?"
Hermione elbowed Harry in the gut cutting him off. "Any inheritance he doesn't know about, claiming them, and transferring some money to Canada if possible."
The goblin nodded and pulled out a blank piece of shimmery parchment from his desk. "Put a drop of blood on here please." He put a pin onto of the parchment and slid it over to Harry.
Harry grabbed it and jabbed his pointer finger with it. He watched as the blood welled up before turning his finger over and letting a drop fall onto the parchment. As soon as it hit the parchment it expanded over the parchment like a spider web that began to form letters. Tilhank grabbed the parchment and read it as it finished.
"Well Mr. Potter," Tilhank raised his eyebrow at Harry again who just fluttered his eyes at the goblin with a small giggle. "We have been waiting for you. While Mr. Sirius Black's will was never read, it was put into place. In it you have been named his legal heir, giving you the Black title and the Black vault." He tapped the parchment with a long spidery finger and the blood seemed to gather and make two rings that fell into the goblins hand. "You also have of course the Potter title and the Potter vault. These rings symbolize that. With that you also have your trust vault. That vault is nearly empty now, as money stopped being put in when you turned seventeen and would have access to the main vault. Anything else?"
Tilhank slid the rings over and Harry picked them up, 'ooh'-ing and moving them around in the light and giggling more as the sparkled. Hermione took over for him. "We're going to Canada and will need some way to continue to access our funds, is there a way to get some of our money transferred to another branch? Also, how is it that Harry is able to be the Black heir, shouldn't it go to the closest blood relative?"
"For your first question, not at all." Hermione looked disappointed and Harry finally stopped oohing at his rings. "However we do have what muggles call a debt card. It works just like a muggle debt card in their world, in our world however, it works differently. Place the card on a counter and while thinking of the amount you need, just tap it twice with your wand and the money will appear. Anything over twenty gallons will appear within a bag, additional charge for the bag will be removed from your account. For your second question, the Potters and Blacks married some generations back, and as long as there is a little blood relation, he can inherit if named so in the previous heads will."
Harry slipped the rings onto his fingers and admired them some more on his hand. Hermione continued to ignore him. "We would like three of the cards. One for the Potter vault, the Black vault, and one for my own, Hermione Granger."
"Very well, they will be ready right away. Is there anything else?"
"I wanna see the vaults." Harry happily chirped, finished with the rings.
"Niehook will take you down."
The goblin waved them out were another goblin waited. Harry latched onto Hermione's arm again as the walked through the front to get to the carts.
"Hold on." The new and more feminine goblin told them when they reached the carts. Now it was Hermione latched onto Harry as the cart flew down the tunnel.
"Black vault, follow me."
Harry looked at Hermione and tapped her arm. She let him go with a sheepish smile, "Sorry." They stood up and walked over to where the goblin waited impatiently.
"Just put your hand on the door, the ring works as the key. Prevents any but the Lord from opening the vault.
"Okie." Harry skipped to the door and placed his palm flat on the middle of the door.
With a rumble the door opened, reviling a darkly lit cavern.
"That's to dark for me," Hermione peered into the vault. "You okay going into this one alone?"
"Mourn for me if I don't return?" Harry grinned and waltzed into the vault giggling. Hermione sighed and promised herself to hit him later.
The vault really was as dark as it seemed from the entrance, barely lit by the glowing brackets in the walls. He slowly walked down the paths that weaved through the items piled in the vault. He stopped every so often to look at something that caught his eye. He picked up some books, not knowing what classes he could pick he only picked ones he thought seemed interesting, things on blood magic and potions mostly.
Near the back of the vault, where there was only one bracket and thus even less light sat a box. It almost seemed to blend into the shadows but Harry was intrigued by it. Every other box in the vault was some precious material decorated with jewels or something of value, this box was plain. He put the books he was carrying down and pried the box open, merely shrugging at the grime covering it. Inside was an egg, nothing else. The egg seemed to do the same as the box and blended with the shadows but at a lesser degree. As the egg was also covered in disgusting stuff, Harry figured that prevented the blending. He picked the egg up and cradled it in the crook of his right arm, not caring he was getting covered in the grime, he'd just come out of Azkaban after all, he was used to it. Right arm full he picked the books up with his left and skipped down the path leading to the exit of the vault.
Hermione wrinkled her nose at how dirty Harry got and pulled out her wand hitting him with several cleaning charms.
"Do I want to know why you were so dirty?"
"My egg was dirty."
Hermione didn't answer as the cart started moving and concentrated on not being sick. It wasn't long before they stopped again, the goblin announcing the Potter vault. Pulling out her wand again Hermione shrunk the books and egg in Harry's arms before stumbling out of the cart. Harry followed much more gracefully.
"Same as the Black vault, the ring is the key." Niehook gruffly informed them and went back to the cart to wait.
Harry put his hand on the door and hummed a tuneless song. The doors swung inwards and the two were almost blinded on their first look into the vault. The Potter vault was much better lit and it seemed the family wanted to impress their wealth on any who glanced in. The entire entrance save one path leading further in was full of gold gallons.
"Ooh, shiny." Harry poked a pile and a few gallons tumbled from the stack.
Hermione shook her head, getting herself over the shock seeing so much gold caused. "Yes Harry, very shiny. Now let's go see what else in the vault too, okay?"
They walked together down the path, going in separate directions once past the gold. Hermione headed straight for the bookshelves while Harry who already had some books, wandered around looking at stuff. The first thing that he stopped at for more then a glimpse, was a small bookshelf with a stag, grim like dog, werewolf, and rat decorating it. He ran his fingers over the stag and dog and in the same motion brushing them over the three books and grabbing them.
Armed with books his father and godfather wrote he decided to make his way back to Hermione. However, on his way he was distracted again. In a closed off section he found a menagerie. There were all sorts of different animals and Harry plastered his face against the glass to get a look at them. One in particular caught his attention, it was a baby griffin sleeping on its stomach with its paws outstretched. He cooed at the absolute cuteness and looked around for some kind of information. He found it on the bottom left of the cage and read it. To open the cage all he had to do was say open, and he was thankful he didn't need a wand, well, a wooden one anyway. Reading the instructions one last time to make sure he knew how to waken the hybrid animal, he commanded the cage to open.
The glass opened up and Harry grabbed the sleeping animal. Done, he commanded the glass closed and ran back to the bookcases. Hermione was just shrinking a large pile of books and putting them in her pocket when he arrived with the griffin.
"Look!" Harry thrust the sleeping animal into Hermione's face, ignoring the books falling to the floor. "Isn't it cute." Harry giggled.
"Yes, it is. But what are you going to do with it?" Hermione placed her hands on her hip.
Harry blinked, he hadn't thought that far. "Uhh, give it to you!" Hermione gave him an incredulous look so Harry went on. "Well I haven't seen Crookshanks around so you need a new kitty!"
"Uh huh, and how am I getting it through the airport."
"Pretend it's a teddy?"
Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Fine," she flicked her wand at Harry's fallen books shrinking them and grabbed the griffin. She walked away and Harry scrambled for the tiny books before running after her.
The ride back to the surface passed the same as the ones going down and it wasn't long before they were walking back through Diagon alley. Hermione looked at her watch and cursed, they had been longer then she thought, Harry's potion was going to wear off soon. She pulled Harry behind her as she rushed to the Leaky Cauldron.
They had barely left the pub and into an empty alley when Harry's body started changing back. "That was close," Hermione sighed.
Harry was to busy panting to respond. He hadn't gotten exercise in a while and the run completely winded him. Hermione took pity on him and allowed him to catch his breath before apparating them close to Heathrow airport.
"Okay Harry, in here I need you to act like a bored teenager." Harry nodded adopting a bored look. "Good. From now on you are now Ray Evans and I am Mia Evans, Remus and I came up with the names last night. I also need you to stand close and prevent anyone form seeing me use my wand."
"Whatever." Harry jammed his hands into his pockets and followed after Hermione sullenly.
With the help of Hermione's wand work getting their tickets went smoothly and when "Now doing general boarding for flight 182, London to Ontario, seats one thru fifteen." they pulled off another discrete wand waving assist, they were seated on the first part of their ten hour flight.
Fifteen hours later thanks to delays the two finally arrived at their designation, Vancouver, British Columbia. Thankfully finding a brochure for the magical area under a muggle repelling charm, the two grabbed a cab and was on their way to a restaurant that hid the entrance to an alley. When they arrived they paid the cabby and walked into the restaurant.
"Much nicer then the Cauldron." Harry mussed and Hermione had to agree. It was clean and bright. The large windows were open letting in fresh air and it contained a homely feel. They walked up to the first worker they saw and showed them the brochure, explaining they were tourists. The waiter nodded and yelled for a "John!" and told them he could help them.
John turned out to be a big man who came from the bar area. He seemed to know exactly what they wanted and motioned for them to follow as he walked towards the bathroom hallway. "Jus' down 'ere." He told them. They walked past the bathrooms and turned a corner. There was a door around that corner and John walked up to it. He knocked on the door three times, paused, and knocked twice more. When he opened the door it opened into a magical alley. "Welcome to Cour Alley. Feel free to come this way yourself next time." John nodded to them and went back the way they came.
"So what do we need here." Harry looked at everything like an excited child.
"We need to get you a wand."
Harry giggled, "I had a wand."
Hermione smacked him. "Yes, but you don't anymore so you need a new one." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the alley looking for a wand shop. When she saw one she veered towards it and entered. A bell went off at their entrance and an old man came from the back.
"Customers! Come, come." He ushered Hermione and Harry into the back. "Now, who am I making a wand for today?"
"Me?" Harry waved at the man.
"Excellent. Come here, yes, right here beside me." Harry walked over, wondering if he was as insane as this man. The man grabbed his hand and pushed it onto a jewel roughly, causing it to cut his palm.
"Ow!" Harry told the old man as he yanked his hand to his chest and walked over to Hermione sulking.
"Excellent, excellent." The wand maker ignored him. "Come back tomorrow afternoon and I should have the wand ready." The man studied the jewel intently.
"Come on H-Ray, I'll get you some ice cream." Hermione dragged Harry away giving the wand maker an odd look.
Harry returned to normal, or as normal as he could get, by the time the ice cream was done. "We should rent a room, it's already late and we can't get your wand right away anyway."
"Ooh, I saw just the place, right over there." Harry pointed.
"H-Ray, that's a love hotel, and while it may look pretty, we are not staying there."
"Come on, I saw one nearer the entrance." Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist, thinking to herself that she had been doing that a lot lately, and pulled him after her.
They got one room with two beds and after the long flight, were asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows. They woke late the next morning and freshened up before sitting down to decided what to do.
"Ooh, you should wake your kitty."
"Sure," Hermione shrugged and put the sleeping animal on her lap. "How do I do that?"
"Umm…" He scrunched up his face until he remembered what he read. "Oh yeah, just put the tip of your wand on the kitty and say connexio. That will bond the two of you."
Hermione gave him a hesitant look but did as he said. There was a burst of gold light and when it was gone the griffin stirred on Hermione's lap. She beamed down and decided what to name the griffin, who she already determined was a female. "Miri. I'll name you Miri."
Harry started clapping before abruptly stopping. "Hey, you think if I do that with my egg it'll hatch?"
"Can't hurt to try. At least I hope not." Hermione mumbled the last part to herself.
Harry pulled out the shrunken egg and held it out to Hermione to enlarge. She did and using Hermione's wand, repeated what she had did. The egg gave a loud crack before splitting in two and a small black dog tumbled out. The two blinked at the dog that came from an egg until Hermione picked it up. She looked it over before handing it to Harry. "It's a grim, and is male."
Harry mock gasped. "Hermione! I can't believe you just looked at a guys private spot!" Hermione glared and her hand twitched towards her wand. "Fine, I'll leave it. I will name him…Ra."
"Ra? Harry, Ra is an Egyptian sun god."
"So? And I'm Ray, remember."
"He's a grim, and shadow animal." She ignored the Ray part.
"What's your point?"
Hermione made a frustrated noise and picked Miri up. "Come on, let's go see if your wand is ready."
"Okay!" Harry grabbed Ra and followed Hermione out. He waited impatiently while she booked them out. He was bouncing as the walked back to the wand store, excited to have a wand again. The bell rang and the old man came out.
"Ah! You, wonderful, come, come." They followed the weird old man into the back again. "Here you go," he handed Harry a black wand with a flourish. "Ebony wood with Chimera heart string. Lovely wand, very lovely." Ra looked over the wand and gave it a lick. "Eleven gallons exact."
Using his new wand Harry used his debt card and paid the weirdo. Afterwards they stood outside the shop and wondered if making wands made the creator coo coo. And deciding that it did, promised each other even if the new school offered it, they weren't taking a wand making class.
Business in Cour alley finished they found a secluded spot and pulled out the portkeys they got with their acceptance letters. Hermione skimmed through the letters -she still had Harry's - and found the activation phrases. Saying the word together - Rumpelstiltskin, not something you say in everyday conversation - they felt a hook like feeling grab their navels and were whirled away from Vancouver.
They arrived with Hermione managing to stay on her feet and Harry falling on his face, making Miri happy and Ra squashed.
"Wow." Hermione's soft exclamation went unheard as she helped Harry stand, taking in the surroundings. Once standing Harry looked around with her, and had he heard her, would have agreed wholehearted. They stood in front of a lake sparkling lake that was surrounded by trees and mountains. In the middle of the lake situated a large gothic castle.
"Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore." Hermione whispered but Harry heard this time.
"Screw Kansas, we skipped Munchkin Land and the yellow brick road and landed all the way in Emerald City." Harry didn't even giggle and Hermione could only numbly nod in agreement.