Necromancer Harry

Harry grabbed a handful of the strange powder, the small bit of magic minorly radiating from it in his hand. He turned to the Weasley family before smiling a bit nervously. At their gentle, voiceless prodding, Harry took a deep breath and threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace.

"Diagonally!" Harry shouted with gusto before being consumed by the green flames of the Floo Network.

Arthur turned to Molly. "Did he just say diagonally?"

Molly nodded back, a little unsure of herself.

Meanwhile, with Harry, he found himself in a much darker, much drearier place. He could tell he was in a shop, at least, but the feeling of it was different. Harry couldn't quite place it.

Being the curious boy he was though, Harry went and found the shopkeeper, having to look through a load of objects and shelves to find the owner.

"Hey there. Is there a way I can pay for stuff here without having the money on me, or is there maybe a bank down here I can use?"

The shopkeep looked at him incredulously. "You'd just sign a receipt, and after you did so, it would be sent to your account manager, so they could take some money from your vault and transfer it to the shop's vault."

Harry nodded, smiling. "Thank you for that. Also, do you mind keeping the fact I was here a secret?"

Now the shopkeep looked more at home, grinning lazily. "I won't tell a soul, Mr. Potter."

Harry nods and finally leaves the shop. Before he does though, the keeper calls out to him. "By the way, the signed form is only done here unless it's big orders, so don't ask for it outside of this alley."

Harry gave him a thumbs up, thankful he'd been warned of that.

As Harry stepped out of the shop, he noticed lots of people around. Some of them looked injured. Many of them had clothes as raggedy as his old hand me downs. He also couldn't explain it, but he felt more welcome than in the normal alley. There, he was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He was the weird kid with no good robes. Here, he was just another kid. He didn't look out of place.

He felt normal for the first time in a long while.

Harry continued to walk around the Alley. There were a few shops that interested him, but he continued on, deciding to come back to them later. There were two shops that he decided he'd visit today: Tomes of the Dark(a bookstore) and Dick's Emporium of Wands and Ritual craft(Wands and ritual supplies).

Deciding that having a second wand wouldn't hurt, he stepped into the Wand shop.

When Harry walked in, he noticed it looked different that Olivander's shop. It was tidier, and there weren't just boxes with wands lying in piles. Instead, there were a bunch of things on shelves. Different chalks, inkwells, blades, and plenty of other things. Before he could look around, a man with a long, phallic nose came out from the back.

"Hello there, Harry Potter! How may I help you out today? I know you already have a wand, so maybe you plan to perform a ritual before returning to school?" The man asked all these questions rapidly. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Richard Horvex."

Harry was stunned silent for a few moments before speaking. "I'm just going to assume you know who I am through some weird Wand Maker powers. But, no. I'm actually here for a second wand that I can use with my left hand. Advantage of being ambidextrous."

The man nodded at that. "Well then, we'll have to get started. Before that, can I see the wand you use with your right hand?"

Harry nodded, handing over his wand with only slight hesitation.

As the man observed the wand, Harry noticed how one of the man's eyes seemed to look a bit odd. Looking closer, he saw what looked like a set of gears grinding within the golden pool of his right eye. His left eye also appeared to be completely blind, now that he looked closely.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. "This one didn't bond to you properly. The core did, but not the wood. It's odd. Before we make you that wand, I'd recommend going down to Valerie's shop. She's a retired curse breaker and healer. Just say you wanna be checked for anything bad, and she'll do it. If there's anything, ask her to remove it. After that, just come back here, and I'll make your new wand, and remake your current one, if I'm seeing this correctly."

So, following the man's advice, he went to the place called Valerie's Various Remedies and Clinic.

He walked in and noticed that he was apparently the only one in at the moment.

Almost as if summoned by him walking in, a short brunette, standing at only 4'3, tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. From what he could see, she appeared to be a Dwarf. He could see why she went into curse breaking, based on her clear musculature.

"Sorry to scare you. What can I help you with?" She asked, sounding rather kind.

Harry took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "Y-yeah, it's fine. I was told to come here by Richard? Apparently, there might be something wrong with me that I don't know about."

She nodded. "Well then, come on back with me. I'll go ahead and check you over."

He silently followed her, a bit confused about what she would do.

Once they got back, he found himself in a large, stone room with a raised platform of more stone to lay on, if he had to guess. He also saw many runes, having no clue what they really did.

"Now, this first part will be easy enough. I just need to cast a quick spell on you, and it'll show me what I'll have to do."

"Okay then. Let's get this over with, I guess."

The Dwarven woman pulled out her wand, casting a spell in a language he couldn't properly understand, having only heard a low rumbling. Then, the spell came out and hit him. After a few minutes where Harry felt the woman's magic roll over him in various ways, the magic finally stopped, leaving Harry and forming into a scroll. The woman picked it up, reading for a moment before gesturing for Harry to go ahead and lie down on the bed of stone.

Harry quickly realized this meant there was something. Not wanting it hidden from him, he quickly asked the healer a question. "What all was there?"

The woman remained silent for another few minutes, still reading over all the information, before responding. "If you get the chance after this, go to Gringotts and ask them to check your vaults. Make sure you're alone when you ask them. Either that, or I can send them a note real quick and have them send the results to you once we finish."

Harry was now concerned. "Well, send the note for me, but what seems to be the problem?"

"You seem to have been placed under multiple enchantments. A lot of them."

Harry froze up. "W-what?"

She put away her wand. "I'll show you the scroll once we get you cleansed."

Harry nodded, just wanting to know what was going on.

Taking out a dagger, the woman cut open her hand, letting the blood drip down to a rune on the floor. This caused the rune to begin shining brightly, that light spreading to the other runes in a seemingly random pattern. She wiped the blade clean, her hand already healed.

"I need twelve drops of your blood. One for each thing placed upon you."

Harry nervously put out his hand, which she quickly cut upon. Harry flinched, but noticed he didn't feel any pain, and that after the twelve drops were out, the cut on his hand sealed shut. He didn't have much time to think on this as the healer began to chant in that same language as earlier.

More runes began to glow, and Harry felt a bit light headed, but also began to develop a massive headache.

Because of this, and him closing his eyes from both the light and the pain, he didn't notice the woman raising that same knife and running it along his scar, her chanting growing louder.

The room grew completely silent for a moment before an ungodly screech erupted from where Harry's scar was. As the scream began to fade though, a black ooze, and wisps of magic began floating out of it as well.

Harry proceeded to pass out.

Oddly enough though, he woke up after only an hour, feeling a lot lighter.

"Oh, Merlin, what happened…?"

"Well, you just got cleansed of quite a few nasty things. Shocked you were able to function, if I'm being honest."

Harry jumped a bit as he heard the voice beside him. Then, after seeing the Dwarven woman, Harry took a few deep breaths, remembering where he was.

"Okay. So, now that I'm cleansed, can I see the results?" Harry asked, still very curious about what he was going to find.

Nodding, Valerie handed him the scroll silently, waiting. When Harry saw everything, he was… well, he wasn't sure. He could tell he was angry, but he also wasn't too shocked. Maybe it had been how casual Dumbledore was about him taking down Quirrelmort the year before, or how willing he was to send him back to the Dursley's, even after he had told the man about how they treated him, and almost begged him not to.

Loyalty potion keyed to Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley and Ron Weasley(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Minor love potion keyed to Ginerva Weasley(Applied by Molly Weasley)

Core Leech: 75%(Applied by Severus Snape)

Core Shift: Gray to Light(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Horcrux belonging to Tom Marvolo Riddle(Lord Voldemort)

Dislike keyed to Slytherin and Dark Magics(Partly Broken)(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Intelligence Dampener(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Blood Glamor(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Curiosity Block(Partly broken)(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Dual Soulmate Block(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Bloodline Ability Block(Partly Broken)(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Mail Ward keyed to destroy mail from all magical sources outside of letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ministry of Magic, and Ron and Molly Weasley(Applied by Albus Dumbledore)

Harry did have questions though.

"Okay, I have a few questions before I start plotting any War Crimes. What's a Blood Glamor, what's a Horcrux, and how much for the cleansing?"

Valerie chuckled at his questions. "Honestly, you still think of paying before revenge. Most who come here forget until I remind them."

Harry shrugged. "Revenge can wait. I wouldn't wanna go without paying you for helping me with this."

She nodded, handing him a slip of paper. It was one of the receipts. Looking at it, Harry was actually shocked. "Don't you want more?"

"Nah, 50 Galleons should be more than enough. Besides, you didn't sleep here nearly as long as most do, so I can actually get more customers in here if need be," she explains, and Harry signs it.

"And the other two points?"

"Well, a Horcrux is usually described as an item that contains a soul fragment from the creator of it, and allows them to live on longer than their body can last, but it's actually the soul fragment itself."

Valerie was about to continue, but Harry interrupted. "W-wait, so you mean that I had a part of Voldemort's soul in my head all this time?!"

She nodded, holding up a dark, pulsating gemstone in the shape of a lightning bolt. Oh, the irony. "Yes, and I put it in here. Now, for your other question, it would be easier to show you."

As she says this, and hands him the gemstone, she pulls out a mirror, and it shows that his hair, while still extremely messy, had become red. Not Weasley red though. It was a red he'd only ever seen in pictured, and once in the Mirror of Erised.

He now had his mother's hair.

Harry actually started to tear up at that, not noticing the other differences until he reached up to adjust his glasses, which he was admittedly annoyed were still necessary, while wiping away his tears. That's when he felt that his nose was shaped a little differently. Putting his glasses back in place, Harry saw some more differences that had been overshadowed by his new hair. He still had the Potter hair. His nose was a bit smaller, and a bit more angular, and his face looks slightly more aristocratic. He still had other traits from his father though, like his smile, but now he also had his father's eye shape. All of it somehow blended together seamlessly with everything else.

"A blood glamor changes your appearance in a way that can't be reversed by normal magic. This is what you were born to look like."

Harry nodded. "I can guess all the other stuff, but there is one more thing. How would I be able to tell who my soulmate is?"

"Soulmates. As in plural. As for how, you can either do a ritual to let you see the connections, or you can wait until you meet them. You'll be able to tell."

Harry nodded, still a little out of it. Deciding not to waste any other time though, he got off the stone bed. "I'll probably see you again one of these days. I hope you have a nice day!"

After he walked out, Valerie smirked, going back to the front of the shop. "Kids these days, always in such a hurry."

Meanwhile, Harry headed back down to Richard's shop. Walking in, he quickly found the shopkeep dusting off an old banjo.

"So, back already? Thought you'd be a bit longer. We can get to work now though," he said without even looking away before the banjo vanished.

Harry nodded. "So, what do I need to do?"

"First, pick up your original wand."

Harry picked it up, and was quite shocked when it seemed to burn in his hand without hurting him a bit. Before long though, all that was left in his hand was a single Phoenix Feather.

Nodding, the man grabbed Harry's hand. "Now, we need to see what wood you need for this one, and if you need any other cores."

Harry was extremely confused as Richard brought him to the back of the shop and pulled out two cases. Opening one, he pulled out a bunch of blocks of wood, and a few other solid objects.

"Just run your magic through each block while holding the feather. You'll feel a pull, but don't stop until you go through all of them. You never know if you'll need multiple materials."

Harry shrugged and put out his hand, closing his eyes while he did so. He went through each and every one of them. There were two that he felt a pull from, but one felt… off. Like it wanted to connect, but didn't wanna work with his core.

When Harry pointed this out, Richard grabbed that block in particular.when he finished though, he gestured to the one he'd felt the most connected to.

Nodding, Richard grabbed that one. "An odd core and wand material combination."

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Don't you mean wood?"

He shook his head. "No, material. What your magic chose wasn't wood. It was bone. Specifically, ancient basilisk bone. Usually, that wouldn't wanna work with a Phoenix Feather core. How strange. Now, let's see if you have any other cores you need. Maybe that'll help it make sense."

Going through the process was a bit different this time. Instead of feeling all the materials in relation to his core individually, he just put his hand on top with the feather and let his magic go into the case. It was silent for a moment before he felt something impact the case. Suddenly, the case opened, and at the top of the case was a small bundle of orange fur?

Richard grabbed it and the feather. "Kitsune fur. Odd combination, but might allow this to work a bit easier. Now then, we already have the wood for your second wand from the last test, so all we need is to find your other two cores."

Harry didn't understand. "Already got it?"

"The block you said wanted to connect, but that wouldn't be a use of the feather?"

Harry's eyes widened. "So that was what that feeling was?"

"Yep. Now then, just put your hand above the case again and repeat the process. Considering you still ended up getting a second core, it's likely that you'll have two for your other wand too."

Harry nodded, putting his hand on top again, and yet again, there was a thump as two items impacted the top of the case.

Opening the case, there were two things there, a dark piece of cloth and a vial full of ashes.

Grabbing the two cores, Richard grinned. "Quite an interesting combination, Mister Potter!"

"Well, what are they?"

Grouping the needed materials into two separate groups, the Wand maker grinned. "A piece of Dementor Cloak and Phoenix Ashes."

Harry didn't personally understand the importance of that, so he just tilted his head to the side. "I don't know how impressive that's supposed to be, sir."

Richard sighed. "Should have seen that coming. Honestly, they don't teach you kids enough at that school nowadays. Some cores are more rare than others. Partly because they can be stubborn with who they work with, partly because they can be hard to come by. All four of your cores are considered rather rare. Phoenix Feathers are probably the most common one among your cores, but they only really work with the strong. Dementor Cloak is the second most common, but that doesn't mean many people use it. Gods, even in my lifetime, I've only seen around 200 wands with those cores. One just so happens to belong to Valerie, but I digress. Then, you have your Kitsune Fur. That core only ever goes for tricksters, and is really good for more unconventional individuals and fighters. And then you have the last one. Phoenix Ashes."

When Richard went quiet, Harry got a bit confused. "Why did you stop?"

"Such a core can only be used by those who have cheated death. One example I can think of is Flamel. After all, he created a method of immortality, and has lived long past the point where he should have died."

While quite interesting, Harry had mostly tuned out what was just said. He had that core because his parents had died. He got that core because of his life being on the line. Or did he get it from something else? He wasn't sure. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice how Richard had stopped talking until he shook him lightly.

"You okay, kid?"

Harry nodded a bit, still a bit out of it. "Y-yeah, I'm alright. By the way, you mentioned stuff relating to your age a few times. How old are you?"

He could tell that the older shopkeeper could tell he was just trying to divert the topic, but was happy when he smirked and followed along.

"I'm 892 next week. Turns out being an Elf tends to let you live for a long while."

That was when Harry finally took notice of his pointed ears. "Wait, but you seem to be such good friends with Valerie, based on the way both of you talk about each other!"

Richard rolled his eyes again. "Well, we used to fight pretty often, and really didn't get along, but turns out having to fight side by side with someone leaves you much less able to hate one another blindly. We still get into a few fights, but we're kinda just old buddies at this point."

Harry didn't have much time to ask anything else before Richard began speaking again.

"Now then, how about you go get some additional shopping done. Your new wands will be ready in two hours, so you have some time to just look around. Explore a little bit. Go have some fun in the Alley."

Harry nodded. "O-okay then. Guess I'll see you then."

With that, Harry left the shop to go check out some other things he hadn't had time to look at more closely. First off, he went and got a bit of food. He just seemed to be rather hungry after everything. He knew he had to eat lightly though. Nothing too major.

Stopping at an old looking place, he couldn't help but smile as the scent of freshly cooking food filled the air, and it just felt warm without making him sweat. He just couldn't explain it. Not yet anyway.

So, he sat down at an available seat and waited for a moment. Then, a little pop sounded beside him, and he turned. There a small child in a sundress was standing beside his table.

It was silent for a second before Harry decided to break the silence. "Are you lost?"

The girl shook her head and pulled out a notepad. After taking a second to write, she turns it to Harry.

No. I'm here to take your order. Before you ask, I'm an adult, I just happen to have been cursed to never age further. Something about how I should never be allowed near alcohol again. Also, deaf and mute. Not from the curse, from birth. Regardless, how may I help you?

Deciding to be kind, and because he rarely got the chance to use it, Harry started to use sign language while he spoke. After all, he'd seen weirder than a child sized adult.

"I'm doing alright. If you'd find it easier than having to write, just use sign. Learned it a while ago. I'll have something light. Any recommendations?"

The girl smiled brightly at him and began signing. "Yes, it would be easier. Very tiresome to write all day. If you want something light though, I guess you could have some chicken soup. We season it up a good bit, but it's not really spicy. It's made with lots of love."

"Then I'll have that and some tea."

She nodded and popped out with a small crack. He didn't even see the girl draw her wand.

Regardless, a few minutes later, and the girl pops back in with a cup of tea and a bowl filled with steaming broth. It also appeared to have noodles. Turning to the girl, she signed at him.

"Light, but filling. Should help you gain some mass. Better than the stuff at the Leaky. Hope you enjoy it, and feel free to return whenever."

He nodded and signed back a quick "thank you" before she cracked away.

Before Harry could really think about if he should have the soup or tea first, his stomach decided to make the choice for him with a rumble.

"Soup it is."

So, with that, Harry picked up a spoon and got some of the broth, a few noodles and a couple of veggies, he took a bite.

And immediately after, he froze. He couldn't even take the spoon out of his mouth or swallow. Then, he noticed a small drop fall on his glasses. Then another.

That's when he put it together. He was crying. Why, though? Why would he cry over such a small thing? He didn't cry anymore when he'd be starved. He didn't cry when they would hurt him.

Thinking back, when was the last time he cried?

…

Oh.

He remembered the last time he'd really cried. He hadn't been able to explain it then either.

It was the first time he'd been given a hug by Hermione.

And before that, was when Hagrid had given him Hedwig.

That was when he realized.

He was crying because of the warm feeling. The warmth of Hagrid's smile while he gave him Hedwig. The warmth of Hermione's embrace. The warmth of the cafe and the soup.

Was… was this what it felt like when there was even just a bit of care and love?

Harry reached under his glasses and wiped his eyes and continued to eat. He refused to make a scene in a place like this! So, Harry continued to eat, not going too fast. He wanted to savor that feeling as long as he could.

Eventually though, he did finish it. Looking at the now empty bowl, Harry expected to feel… sad, he guessed? But no, he just felt content. Knowing he had things to do, Harry went to drink the tea, and after that, he smiled and stood up. When he did, the girl popped up again and handed him a receipt. Quickly, Harry signed it. Before the girl could pop away though, Harry asked a quick question.

"What's your name?"

The girl tilted her head to the side before giving her answer in written form. "Eris Mantrea."

She then signed the rest. "Can't sign it. Doing so is odd, and it's not a good idea to do so. See you later!"

With that, she popped away.

Harry looked at the spot where Eris had been standing in confusion.

After… that, Harry now had some food in his system. Looking at a clock on the wall, he started towards the bookstore he saw before going to Richard's shop. He should have some time.

Stepping into the shop was… odd. Harry could feel the magic coming off of all the books, almost like each and every one of them had enough power in them to entice anyone not strong enough of will. It didn't feel evil though. It wasn't like when he had the Philosopher's Stone, or when Quirrelmort was standing before him. It just felt odd.

So, Harry looked around, trying to see which books called to him the most. Before he found anything though, he saw a book that didn't interest him as much, but knew Hermione would kill him if he didn't get it.

It was "A Guide to Alchemy and Transmutation V1, V2 and V3".

Seeing them, he thought back a bit.

(Flashback)

"So, you managed to get the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron asked with his mouth full of food.

Harry nodded. He couldn't help but freeze up a bit as Ron did so as casually as he did. It reminded him of Dudley. "Y-yeah, something about how I needed to want to get it, but not desire to use it…"

Ron looked at him in shock. "But how could you not want to use it?! You could make so much gold, and you'd be unkillable! You'd be so powerful!"

Harry scowled at that, but Ron didn't notice. It just sounded a bit too much like Voldemort. A bit too close for Harry's comfort.

Hermione did seem to notice though. "Honestly, Ronald, why can't you think of other things? Besides, you'd need to have at least some knowledge of Alchemy to be able to use it."

Harry nodded at that. It was very likely a necessity, considering it wasn't considered the easy way to do Alchemy. No, it was considered the zenith of the art.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, but I do think it would be fun to learn such things."

(Flashback end)

Shaking his head, Harry grabbed all three of the books. Hermione would probably enjoy such things, and she deserved a present for having to put up with him and Ron.

With that though, he ended up thinking about Ron. He was one of the people he was forced to be loyal to. And thinking about it, Ron rarely did anything for him. He'd been the one to put Hermione in the line of fire of the troll. Maybe he needed to evaluate a bit more.

Regardless, he continued to look through the shelves, seeing various books, and some of them did call to him a bit, but there were a few who's pull was stronger than most.

"The Arts of the Bloodlines" and "True Defense: a Compendium of Creatures and the Spells to Use Against Them" stood out the most to his senses, so he grabbed them.

When he was getting closer to the back of the shop, there was a much stronger pull. One he couldn't avoid, even if he wanted to. It felt extremely weird, and very dark, yet the pull was there.

Deciding that his survival instincts could go hang out at the bottom of a cliff, Harry followed the feeling. (Reason #976 that Harry's not in Ravenclaw).

After more wandering, and getting closer to the strongest pull he felt in the shop, he saw a book sitting on a shelf. There weren't too many others on the shelf. Almost like the ones there were supposed to be alone. Getting closer, Harry looked at the one calling to him and read the title.

"A Guide to Necromancy: the Magic of Shadows and the Soul"

This shouldn't seem as interesting to Harry as it did. But, he argued to himself, maybe being able to understand such magics could give him an advantage over Tom(as he'd recently figured out the man that wanted him dead was called) when they would fight again. After all, if he had magic that could affect the souls, it would make it easier to harm the bastard.

Not to mention, he could pull so many good pranks on the ghosts, and maybe even get back at Peeves for once!

Deciding to disregard any of his survival instincts, Harry grabbed the book and headed to the front desk for check out.