Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Me at Privet Drive ❯ attack of the annoying bleached blonde super nazi ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 3 - attack of the annoying bleached blonde super naziAfter Hagrid convinced me to go off and get something to eat at the leaky cauldron we headed back into Daigon Alley to get me a cauldron.“Oh hello Deary how can I help you today” ask a nice little lady, grandmother was the first thing that came to mind when I saw her. She was one of those people that just remind you of your grandmother; she was small and plump and had a healthy glow about her that just seemed to radiated joy and happiness.“I'd like to get a cauldron for school, please” I said thinking it would be extremely bad karma to be rude to this woman.“oh, sure thing deary, right this way” due to the small size of the shop Hagrid was reluctant to go in, I agreed and told him to wait outside and have something to drink. He obviously thought it was a great idea.“These should be about what your looking for deary, first year right?” the little shop keeper said showing me some nice new cauldrons “yes….umm do you have any cauldron's that self scurgify in case I make a mess of a potion?” I said looking over the selection “oh yes deary right here, this one is what your looking fo….” The old lady was saying before we were rudely interrupted “Old Woman, I wish to be served now” an annoying and whinny voice came from the entrance of the small shop “Just a moment deary, I'm with another customer at the moment” she replied in a kind voice even in light of how rude the other person was being. After a couple seconds in which I established my willingness to buy the cauldron the whinny voice spoke up again but this time just behind me “I demand to be served ahead of this mud blood trash, I am of pure blood and therefore and this trashes better in every wa…#CLANK#” went the cauldron in my hand as I spun around, forgetting that I was holding it. “Who's calling me a mud blood?” there on the floor was some little bleach blonde kid in rich wizards clothing.“Oh mister malfoy sir are you okay?” asked the little shop keeper as she started to help him up “here you go mam, I believe this is the required amount.” I said as I handed the kind little witch the money and walked out, purposely stepping on one of Draco's hands on the way out. ~Outside the cauldron shop~When I got outside the cauldron shop low and behold a crowd had gathered around Hagrid and a couple of other guy, who had just finished some sort of drinking contest, naturally the already sloshed half-giant had accepted and won without too much trouble. A shout from across the street towards were the cauldron shop was located alerted me to the running figure of Draco, when he finally caught up to me he was out of breath. Stupid wizard kids, never get that much exercise, well guess I'll just be getting more girls with this kind of competition, all the better for me.“Do you know who I am you filthy Mud blood, I am Draco Malfoy and I won't just stand by after being assaulted like that.” He blurted out between gasps of air “And what are you going to do about it you weeny?” I taunted him, oh I was just waiting for it sooner or later he'd bring his father into this “Do you know who my Father is you Mud blood?” *BINGO!* “OH! MY! GOD! Somebody Help!“ I yelled for everyone around us up and down the street to hear. Malfoy started to smirk, thinking he'd scared me and I was starting to panic “This poor boy doesn't know who his father is, does anyone know who this boy's father is?” Malfoy smirk dropped right off his face and his face started to turn a distinct pinkish red. Wether this was from embarrassment or anger I'm not sure at the moment. Numerous people started to laugh or chuckle as they figured out what was happening, I just walked away as the weeny sputtered and gaped trying to save face in any sort of way “I'll get you for this, you here me!” he finally yelled at me “just try it ya weeny” I yelled back as I followed Hagrid for what I figured would be his favourite part of the trip, besides the drinking, the pet shop.Upon entering the shop my senses were assailed my the smell of all the animals and the noise that most of them made, Hagrid looks like he'd lit up a joint and was starting to feel the effects “I is ins Eaven arry” he said with the look of a kid in a candy store, it reminded me that inside he was still a kid; I'm pretty sure he got hit a little too hard by one of those animals when he was young, brain damage just explained his behaviour way too well.“Yes Hagrid, you are in heaven, I'll just leave you to it while I go find something” I mumbled as I wandered deeper into the large store.I actually felt quite giddy as I walked along the many isles filled with care packets and accessories, bags or barrels of food, tanks and cages, and finally different pets from different parts of the world I didn't find much of interest until I got to the reptile section. Among the frogs, toads, turtles, lizards and snakes was one particularly large cage filled with little winged dragon things, I stood there watching as one small one was picked on by all the others but continually fought them off “I see you've noticed our new stock young man” said a voice behind me. “Uh, yeah I'm interested in getting one of those little dragon things, but aren't dragons illegal?” I asked turning around to see the old man who owned the pet shop “Oh quite right young man, but you see these aren't dragons, they're little miniature Wyverns, this batch were breed from a subspecies of the Hungarian Horntail, although they're suppose to be almost as vicious and short tempered as the real thing, the only reason the aren't illegal is because they don't get much bigger than a small dog and they don't seem to eat as much. So would you still like to get one?” He said giving me an appraising look.“Sure thing, just as long as they don't cost an arm and a leg if you get what I mean.” I replied looking at the one that had been selected by the others as a beating toy, but didn't seem to agree with the idea.“Oh dear me no, they don't cost much at all, have been having trouble selling them to start with, everyone is afraid to get one. It has really affected the price. Well which one would you like?”“I'd like that one, right there.” I said pointing at the one who had been singled out. “Oh why would you want that one, that one over there looks to be in better shape and that one over there is bigger?” the old man asked clearly puzzled by my choice. “Oh, it just reminds me of me, when my stupid muggle uncle sent me to some lame ass muggle school; I got singled out a lot and I often had fights with some of the jocks and popular kids.” I stated simply “Oh, well sorry to hear that boy. Here, use these gloves to pick out your choice, I'm much to old and slow to get one before it darts out of the way, and that will be three galleons.” He said handing me a pair of thick leather gloves, I handed him the three galleons and darted my hand into the cage and grabbed the mini wyvern before it new what hit it.It wasn't until I got out of the shop that I realised two things,One the mini wyvern I thought was really tired from fighting was just being slowly crushed into the floor of the cage I'd gotten for it, due to my hyper gravity field.And two, Hagrid was still inside “Oh, shit!” I quickly put the cage on the ground and got out my trunk. I put the cage in one of the compartments, shrunk the trunk shoved it into my pocket and raced back into the shop.~Ten Minutes Later~ “WWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!, Ise Wana Eeps Em Alls WWWAAAAAAHHH!!!!!” I had to drag a crying, scraping, blubbering and generally whiney Hagrid out of the pet shop. After apologising to the shop keeper I found out that this wasn't the first time Hagrid had come in drunk and tried to take all the pets, but because a large portion of the stock was breed by Hagrid and he was generally such a nice guy it was accepted in stride.