Yes! Soooo many things about this fic are appealing -- I love the idea of Harry as a snake charmer, and the mirrormancy is intriguing. Coupled with the 'imbalance that needs to be restored' concept, it's very appealing.
I love the name Malavar Crane. He's got some choice lines, but this is the scene where he gives himself away, and where I was so very hooked that I couldn't stop reading. I think it might have been the wittiest scene in the whole story:
"Harry," Regulus laughed. "This is Malavar Crane. Grouchy ol' bugger and business partner. You remember Harry Potter, don't you, Mal?"
Crane regarded Harry with a look of irritation. "Well, well, as I live and breathe. Your rock undergoing renovations, Potter?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. Who was this prick bastard? "Why? Were you evicted from your gutter?"
"This is my Apothecary," Crane hissed. "You'd do well to watch your tongue, boy."
"Okay, that's enough, you two," Regulus interceded. "Harry, I need a word alone with Malavar. Will you excuse us?"
Harry nodded, ripping the paper crown from his head as he left. The door closed with a slam. He walked about halfway down the hall to make his departure convincing, silencing his steps before returning. Slipping the Cloak over his head, he pressed an ear to the door.
"Have you and Lupin gone completely mad bringing Potter here? Have you any idea the attention he'll attract?"
"Oh, relax, Mal--"
"I thought I told you never to call me that."
"And for God's sake, Black. Check the door!"
At the sound of footsteps, Harry moved away from the door, pressing up against the opposite wall. Regulus opened the door a crack and checked the hall, deciding it safe to talk again. The door closed, and Harry resumed his eavesdropping.
"Shall we discuss the real reason you're angry?"
"If you want to play house with the wolf and his cub, that's your decision."
"Jealousy is such an ugly emotion."
"I'm hardly jealous, Black."
"Seriously, though, isn't it about time you ended the sexual sabbatical? I mean, how long has it been?"
"That's none of your business."
"It is, really. We have to deal with your unpleasantness on a day to day basis."
"We? Are you with child?"
"Very funny. Me and the rest of your pestle-swinging chain gang. You've reduced most of the lads to thumb-sucking, pants-wetting stutterers."
"I'm not going to argue the point anymore. It's one of the reasons we didn't work out."
"Really? And here I thought it was your roving eyes."
"And stop firing the employees without consulting me. You wouldn't have a cauldron to piss in--"
"Salazar's scrote, how long are you going to keep hanging that over my head? As to your personnel choices, I'll stop firing them when one of them proves a challenge."
"Can I quote you on that?"
"Fine, the next incompetent you hire may stay indefinitely. But don't blame me when the place is burnt to the ground."
There was a thunderous roar down the hallway as loud as a hippogriff stampede. Harry only barely managed to escape detection. The fool called Middleton opened the office door without knocking, barrelling into Crane.
"Sirs," Middleton cried. "We have a problem that requires your immediate attention."
Crane pushed past Middleton, snarling. "Way to lock the door, Black."
Harry followed, slipping out of the Cloak unnoticed to join Remus. Outside, a huge crowd was milling; admirers and press alike. Middleton was fired on the merits of messenger alone. Now, the Apothecary was short two employees.
Remus, who had been peeling an apple, just shook his head. "Once a celebrity, always a celebrity. I wonder who leaked Harry's whereabouts?"
"I suppose you think this will be good for business, Black?" Crane interjected, the vein at his temple throbbing.
"Mmm, no. Not unless I do this."
"Do what?" Crane spat.
"This," Regulus said. He tossed Harry some old robes. "You start tomorrow."
Excellent work, mystery author! I'm going to rec it in my journal.