Chapter 142: chapter-144:Gold(part-1)
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Can you hold up fort without me?" Harry smiled slightly.
"Of course." Randal said, "You stocked us up on cakes and pastries and we can do everything else. Are you sure you're okay.
"I'll be fine." Harry said pulling his cloak closer feeling chilled.
The goblin medics said he was going through withdrawal. He'd had his magic flowing through his veins since birth. To suddenly have it restricted and locked back was shocking, even worse for a magically sensitive person. Where a normal magic user would have been a bit weaker and perhaps a bit sick, it was much different for a magically sensitive person. It had shown that such a thing could throw a person into a coma, even kill them with the shock. Harry was lucky he'd survived and stayed conscious the medic goblin said.
His immune system was straining though and he was exhausted all the time. Bags under his eyes and even paler skin marked this. And is heart, god his heart was bad. It always beat erratically and the healers and placed spells on him that would last up to a week and warn them immediately if it stopped while also giving him a jolt to try and start it again. His body kept trying to go into shock. He weakly coughed and smiled when Leonard handed him some tea. Loraine draped a coat over his legs and Fujita slid a warm bowl of soup to him over the counter.
"Yo! I need some more help out here!" Dee yelled from the muggle side.
Loraine sighed and hurried off to help him. Leonard like-wise headed to the magical side to help Eleanor. Randal checked him over once more before heading for the muggle side also. Harry ate his soup, sipping at it slowly until it was all gone, his stomach still a bit small since he hadn't been eating. He just forgot. The emptiness was making him distracted from everything. And at times the thought of food had been nauseating. Though the soup was delicious he didn't want to eat it. The only thing keeping him even mildly focused was the soft caresses of the tendril of magic he could feel.
He finished the soup though, under the watchful eye of Fujita who nodded only as he scraped the bottom clean. Then he set the bowl down not even feeling full.
Harry heard a scuffle from one of the doorways and heard Dee yelling at someone.
"Hey! You can't go in there!"
Harry stood just as Lucius Malfoy nimbly danced around Dee's hands and slipped into the kitchen. He stopped dead at the sight of Harry. His eyes briefly showed some shock.
"Ah, they said you were not here. I had not believed them." Lucius said silkily, regaining composure. "Are you ill?"
Harry gave a grim chuckle and gently hung the coat draped over him back on the chair. Then he pulled his own coat on. Lucius's eyes landed on the collar and he stepped forwards. He reached out and his fingers brushed against the seamless collar before Fujita jammed a wand under his chin. Lucius looked at the stony-expression on Fujita's face before holding his hands, and cane, up in surrender. A frown dominated his face.
"That is a-?" Lucius started, his frown twisting almost angrily.
Harry chuckled again mirthlessly.
"It is."
"Who would dare?" Lucius asked with narrowed eyes.
"No one I am ever going to be with alone again." Harry said wearily. "I have to go. Dee, its fine."
Dee scowled from where he'd been ready to pounce in the doorway but slowly stepped back into the café area.
"I will see you later Fujita." Harry smiled slightly as he stood.
"Do you have transportation?" Fujita asked.
"Harold is meeting me outside." Harry explained.
Fujita warily eyed Lucius again but Lucius seemed lost in his own thoughts, a scowl on his lips. As he went to walk past the man he grabbed Harry's wrist, ignoring Fujita's wand still jammed against the vulnerable skin of his neck.
"I can help you." The blonde said. "I have one of the best solicitors in the world in my services."
"I shall deal with it on my own Mr. Malfoy. But…but thank you." Harry said softly and honestly.
Lucius released his arm but kept their eyes locked.
"I am not your enemy Harry." He said.
"I…" Harry paused. "I know."
And he did. Somewhere along the line he had come to see Lucius as not an enemy, but perhaps a friend. Their friendship was odd but it was there.
"Goodbye for now." Harry said and strode from the place to meet Harold.
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"Are you packed Lord Potter-Black?" the goblin asked gruffly.
"Yes." Harry smiled slightly patting his handy red satchel.
"How long should this take?" Harold asked of Griphook who stood beside Harry.
"It is unknown. The man we're taking him to see said he would not know until he saw the collar and Harry himself."
"We'll hold things here while you're away so don't worry." Loraine chirped
"But he'll want to be back by tomorrow night or he'll miss the start of the world cup." Valentine added.
"I had forgotten about that." Harry blinked in surprise.
Harold chuckled.
"If you aren't back by then can we still go?" Dudley asked.
Harry had explained quidditch to him and he had been excited to see the world cup. Ron had invited him to join them but Harry had told the boy he already had tickets (Which Sirius had somehow gotten for him) and told him to make sure to invite Hermione even though she didn't enjoy quidditch.
"Yes." Harry nodded. "Harold and Valentine can take you. Don't want to waste the tickets."
"Don't worry about the silly wizard game." Dante scoffed. "You have to worry about yourself."
"It'll be fine." Harry sighed.
"We'll watch over him carefully." Switchblade smirked.
The second guard goblin nodded agreement.
"Let's go then." Griphook said curtly tucking away his notepad.
He pulled out a quill and held it out. Harry and the other two goblins grabbed it. Griphook muttered something and they were gone in a tangle of lights.
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Harry gazed around the clearing with a soft respect. Thick jungles surrounded every side of said clearing but in the clearing there was only soft short grass and a good sized house. A greenhouse the size of three of the house it was behind and there was a large shed to the right.
If Harry had heard right the man they were coming to see was a potion ingredients gatherer. Only the best and brightest people could be potion ingredient gatherers in the African wild. It was one of the most deadly career fields in all the magical societies. Especially in Africa were the largest number of magical creatures live in the world. Largest number of dangerous magical animals along with muggle ones too. The man they were to see was also quite smart if he was correct as he was one of the most knowledgeable on curses and binding magiks in the world.
The goblins walked beside him as he made his way to the front door. Knocking softly he heard footsteps. The door swung open and Harry found himself gazing up at tall South African man with deep honey brown eyes and long curly dark hair that fell to the middle of his back.
He stared for a long moment, familiarity poking his mind.
"Elewa Yeboah." He blurted out.
The man blinked. Then his eyes also widened.
"The boy at the tournament!"
"I was uninformed that you know one another." Griphook sneered shaking them from their thoughts.
"I met him at the Japanese duelling Tournament." Harry quickly informed the goblin.
"I apologize, but I have forgotten you name." Elewa said softly as Griphook nodded.
"Harry Black." Harry said quickly, shooting looks at the goblins.
They didn't say anything and the man smiled warmly.
"Well, please come in."
They were led to a small living room.
"What problem did you seek me to help with?" Elewa asked once they were all seated.
"Lord Black was recently kidnapped. He was rescued quickly but his captor snapped a Binding Collar on him.
Harry gently tugged the collar of his shirt down as Elewa's eyes switched to him. He stepped closer and leaned over, frowning slightly.
"May I?"
Harry saw his intent and nodded. Dark fingers traced the band followed by a wand. Harry felt a spark of magic roll over the collar.
"It is strong. One of the stronger ones I have seen." The man scowled.
"Can you get rid of it?" Griphook asked curtly.
"There are a few ways we could get rid of it without the key." Elewa admitted.
He paused thoughtfully.
"There is the choice of acid. I have a few potions that would melt right through it but there is the danger that some of the potion may get on him and it will eat right through his skin also."
"Out of the question." Griphook snapped with a snarl.
"There are rune rituals." Elewa continued as if undisturbed by Griphook's snarl. "But they take at least a week to set up and put into effect."
"Any side affects?"
"One has a thirty percent chance of him loosing half his magic. The second has a twenty percent chance of leaving his vocal chords destroyed. And the third has a five percent chance of his death."
Griphook snarled and Elewa continued on before he could interrupt.
"There is also using the force of raw magic to try and get the spells to break but then there is also the risk of the collar itself breaking before the spells, which would shatter it with great force and most likely kill him."
Elewa was silent for a long moment.
"Is there no other ways?" Griphook finally spat.
"There are three." Elewa said hesitantly.
"Tell us." The goblin growled threateningly.
"The first is another rune ritual. This ritual though, is quite…barbaric I guess. The person must stay in a rune circle for thirteen days. No food. Water is allowed but only a specific amount every twelve hours. Sleep is allowed but only four hours every twenty-four hours. The runes help keep them alive. Basically you weaken the body as much as possible. When in life threatening situations magic lashes out on it's own to save the wielder. Magic has a mind of its own and that mind tells it to save its wielder. Once the body is weakened by the ritual then the runes will activate on the thirteenth day. They'll effectively appear threatening to the wielder's magic making it lash out while at the same time actually working against the curse on the wielder."
"So basically you're tricking my magic into thinking it is needed or I die." Harry said after a brief pause.
"Yes. Afterwards, most curses, even the strongest are broken. The problem lies in how weak you would be after. It would take at least two weeks even with a personal healer to get you back to your regular condition, longer if you're stronger or such then average. It can also have mental trauma. Being in a darkened space with only so little to survive on can scar you."
Harry wasn't as worried about that. He had survived a cupboard for eleven years being starved and beaten.
"The others?" Griphook said almost thoughtfully. "You said there were three more ways."
"There is of course going to the man who put it on. You would need their magical signature and the key."
"I'm not going near him." Harry paled. "He'll put me right back."
He had started to shake as he imagined being put back with the Dursleys even though he knew logically they were being put to trial by the goblins and the goblins wouldn't let Dumbledore again.
"The last?" Griphook sneered.
Elewa shifted and twisted his mouth into a half frown.
"The last is to use sex-magick."
For a moment Harry thought he had heard wrong.
"Sex-magick?" He asked coughing embarrassedly.
"Sex-magick is a mostly forgotten art." Griphook started before Elewa could open his mouth. "It is based on the concept that Sexual Energy is one of the most potent force that the body contains. One harnesses the unique powers through the use of orgasm and sexual intercourse. It is said that Sexual Energy is so powerful because it is the power of life, of reproduction. It is a mix of instinct and compelling power. It is a wild magic that unless specifically sought to use and control is useless and harmless. If one can harness it, it can act as a 'cleaning spell'. In essence it is not very good for much but healing, for the continuation of life. It cleanses the body and mind, stripping away foreign magiks and purifying anything wrong with one's own magic. It is not a magic used for much besides 'purifying' the 'magical body' as it can not heal mental or physical things, only magical. Some of the world's top magic 'removers', whom are people able to destroy curses or spell cast on somebody, are sex-magick experts."
There was a long moment of silence.
"I would suggest the last option." Switchblade finally spoke up. "It has the least amount of risk towards yourself."
"Yes." Griphook agreed. "The most that can go wrong is it will not work."
Harry glanced at Elewa who was watching them all oddly.
"How old are you?" He finally asked Harry.
"Fourteen."
"You want me to sleep with a fourteen year old?" He asked the goblins.
"He is not a virgin so he knows the procedure. This is not 'love." Griphook sneered. "It is a business deal."
Harry shifted uncomfortably and reminded himself to tell Griphook humans were a bit more sensitive about this while Elewa eyed him.
"I do have to agree it is the best choice." He sighed. "How do you feel about this Lord Black?"
"Would it be quick?" Harry asked. "I mean does it take a long time for sex-magick to work?" he blushed.
"No." Elewa laughed. "It will take one…session."
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