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Fragments, Chapter 55Entering the store itself, Harry wondered what was illegal about this place unless owning house elves was illegal, but then they probably wouldn't advertise it the way they were.
"Anything good in the pens?" Stanley asked the wizard behind the counter.
"Buying or selling?" the man asked curiously as he eyed Harry.
"Buying," Stanley replied quickly.
"Sure, come and take a look," the man replied, opening a door behind the counter and waving them through.
Beyond the door was an enormous room that looked like a cross between a barn and a prison with the inmates all being children ranging from a couple of years younger to a couple of years older than Harry himself, not all of them human.
"We have everything from squib to veela; all of them young enough to be trained and I'm happy to say we even managed to get a naga in," the owner said proudly and led them to a cell that looked like it was a zoo designed desert habitat, housing a girl who couldn't have been older than eight the lower half of her very snake-like, holding a stuffed bunny that had fangs and the back legs replaced with the body of a python.
"I heard a really disturbing rumor today," Harry said conversationally as he looked at a way to fix things to his satisfaction.
"Really kid, like what?"
"Well someone got their bribe and got completely pissed as was his habit," Harry began.
The wizard nodded; his contact always got drunk when he paid him.
"Well this young auror wants to make a name for himself and is more than a little bent..."
The wizard nodded, young aurors always thought they could change things and thinks to a number of pranks and slurs a few were always rumored to be gay.
"A little polyjuice and an infatuation potion …"
The wizard paled.
"Dumbledore of course is all for certain changes in law," Harry said leadingly, making it up as he went along to try and encourage a little paranoia.
"They'd never pass," the wizard said worriedly.
"Not if certain people were alive to continue bribing others, no … but a little accident in the cells and no one to pour gold on their end … Not that I'm suggesting this is any more than rumors of course, even if the paperwork has already been started..."
"I want to go home," the young naga hissed sadly.
"I'll see what I can do," Harry hissed back, shocking the two wizards.
"You-you're a parseltongue!" the owner stuttered. He'd been well connected to the Death Eaters back in the day and he knew what being a parseltongue meant.
"Yeah!" Harry said with a bright smile. "I thought I'd buy this place off you … say eight thousand galleons?"
The owner didn't even have to think twice; if Voldemort's heir wanted the place he could have it. Especially since he was being generous with gold as well as warning him. "Thank you my lord, eight thousand is quite generous."
"Not a problem, make sure to leave me records of where all the stock was collected from. I'm certain that a few memory charms here and there and a few wandered lambs found, as apparently they were just lost, and all will be forgotten," Harry said cheerfully.
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