The Prince of Denial

Chapter 2 - Year 1

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Raven smiled as they walked out of the bank, two invisible rings on his fingers now, both signifying him as the prince of his two houses.

He cheerily waved at the guards who stood at the entrance of the bank as they left making the guards awkwardly wave back. Everyone else watching was shocked the guards even waved.

If they knew he was a fae, they would understand, there was one rule in the magical communities, don't disrespect a fae unless you are ready for the consequences that follow it.

Raven giggled as he thought about the enchanted bag he had now that allowed him to bring money out of his vault whenever he needed it, be it mundane money or Wizard money.

"Where to first Professor?" Raven asked excitedly and McGonagall's lips quirked momentarily upwards.

"First the trunk store." She said and led him to a store called "Andrews Enchanted Trunks" in big bold letters.

"Welcome! Oh hello there Professor McGonagall. Another muggleborn?" The man asked and she said, "Muggle raised." The man quirked an eyebrow but nodded.

"Alright kid, do you want the standard Hogwarts trunk or something more?" The man asked and Raven looked at McGonagall for advice.

"A Hogwarts trunk is a basic trunk for your supplies that you will need for your 7 years, but it is up to you if you want that or a different one." She said in response.

"Do you have a list of different types of trunks?" Raven asked curiously and the man nodded and pulled out a book which he handed Raven.

It took a little bit, but he finally made a decision.

A Ukrainian Ironbelly scale-made trunk that would make it fireproof and protect against many physical attacks and even Magic. He also had runes for featherlight and identification inscribed onto the trunk on the inside for protection. Also, a shrinking and enlarging charm was added so he could shrink and enlarge it without spells. It would be a five-part trunk. Storage. Potion storage. Books. Clothes. Personal.

"Alright. I'll have it ready by an hour at most." The man said before walking into the back of the shop to make the trunk.

"I believe now would be a good time to get your wand Mr. Inanis. It sometimes takes a while." She said as her eyes swam with what Raven assumed was amusement.

They then walked to an older-looking shop that said something about making wands since 381 BC or something like that. He was distracted by the weird feeling he felt inside the shop due to his new senses.

When they walked in Raven heard the door shut on itself and immediately spun around and held a knife he created at an old man's throat the knife was a mere inch away from piercing the old man's throat.

The old man quickly raised his hands in a nonthreatening way. McGonagall quickly had the knife vanish making the old man breathe lightly.

"I really should stop scaring people who could potentially harm me or even kill me. Sorry about that my prince." The old man bowed on a knee. Thankfully the windows were tinted so you could only see through if you stuck your face to it.

"What are you talking about or bowing for!? I'm no prince!" Raven said while inwardly screaming.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my prince, I am Garrick Ollivander, the current owner of this shop and wand maker and crafter. The user of mage sight and 1/16th fae." He introduced himself before adding "My Mage Sight allows me to see anything magical. To see Magic, and I can see the invisible rings and what they signify, I have met your mother before and would easily recognize her or her child."