1Harry was the last one to wake up on Saturday morning. He didn't take his clock out of his trunk yet, but he could tell that it was sometime around mid-day, judging by the blinding light of the sun coming through the windows.
He dug in his trunk for some clothes to wear to Diagon Alley and settled for a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He grabbed one of his towels and took a quick shower. After taking a look at himself in the mirror, he knew (although he wouldn't admit this to anyone) that he was quite the stud.
He walked down the hall and entered the loud kitchen. There he saw the most of the Weasleys assembled (Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Fred & George, Ron & Ginny) along with his five guards for the day: Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody, and his head of house, Minerva McGonagall. Harry greeted the others and took the only seat left at the table, between Fred and Ginny.
Mrs. Weasley said, "It's good you're awake, Harry dear. We're running a little bit late, it's almost 1:15. We all thought that we should let you get some sleep. We're going to meet Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron at around 2:00, so we still have some time for breakfast. Albus arranged for port-keys to leave at exactly 1:55. Anyway, what would you like for brunch?"
"Some cereal would be fine, Mrs. Weasley."
"Are you sure Harry, wouldn't you want anything heavier?"
"No, I'm good, I'll take whatever cereal you have, Mrs. Weasley."
"Such a polite young man. You lot ( pointing at Ron, Fred, & George) could learn a lot from him."
She opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a box of Lucky Charms. Harry noticed that there were about fifty other boxes of Lucky Charms sitting right behind it. I guess it's true then, Harry thought to himself, they must be magically delicious!
After eating and talking to the others for a while, it was soon time for Harry and the gang to go to Diagon Alley. Mrs. McGonagall pulled out about a dozen pieces of chocolate and handed them to each of the occupants of the room.
She said, "Fred, George, Don't eat them! Everyone hold on to your chocolate. On the count of three, we're going to go. One, two….three!" and with that they were all transported to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.
Hermione was at one of the tables in the back right corner of the pub with her parents. Harry and the rest of the gang went up to them and started talking.
"Hi, Harry, how have you been doing?" she said as she pulled Harry into a hug. This didn't escape both Ron and Ginny's attention, and both of their faces turned an identical angry red.
"…Erm…" Ron fake-coughed, but it was enough to get Hermione's attention and have her release Harry.
"Hi, Hermione."
"Hi, Ron."
The tension between Hermione and Ron became very uncomfortable until McGonagall broke the silence, "Well, we better break off into two groups. If all of us were traveling together, we would draw attention to ourselves. How about Harry, Ron, Fred, & George be one group; Kingsley and Remus can accompany them. We'll meet back here at 6:00. Understood? Now, the rest of you, let's come over here and decide where we want to go first."
"Let's check out Quality Quidditch Supplies," Ron said. The rest of the group readily agreed.
"Harry, come over here and check out the latest new broom. It's the Magnum 72!"
"Wow!" Harry said to appease Ron, secretly thinking that his Firebolt could destroy the Magnum.
"Guess how much it costs, Harry?"
" I dunno, Ron. Ten thousand galleons."
"Nope. Twelve thousand. That's half of what most people make in a year! How do they ever sell these things. Did you know that…"
Harry was growing tired of listening to Ron babble on about the Magnum 72. Sure, he loved brooms and Quidditch, but even he could only take so much constant Quidditch talk.
Needing a bit of fresh air and not wanting to distract the others, Harry stealthily snuck out the door. He walked down Diagon Alley for a couple of minutes and decided to enter the Diagon-Alley branch of Honeydukes.
Sitting on a bench across the street was Stacy Clearwater, the most attractive 16 year-old female model in Great Britain. She had slightly longer than shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes (of course!), and intoxicating curves. Everywhere she went heads turned.
When she first arrived at Diagon Alley, she was mobbed by her fans and mostly male admirers. After getting her guards to distract them, she was able to disappear for a short while. She found a bench across from Honeydukes where she thought that she could sit unnoticed.
That was when she noticed a stunningly handsome boy enter Honeydukes. Using her 20/20 vision, she was able to see a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Surely he couldn't be…Harry Potter?
As she quickly thought about him, she came to a conclusion: he would be the perfect boyfriend for her. He was extremely famous, amazingly handsome, insanely rich, and from what she heard, very nice. What more could a girl want?
She was hoping that her manager had told her the truth when he said that she could have any guy in England!
That was when she decided to make her move and got up and walked across the street to Honeydukes.
Harry was looking at the chocolate frog's section when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned around and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen! He looked the blonde minx up and down and took a big gulp.
"Erm, hi" was all Harry could come up with.
"Hi. My name's Stacy Clearwater." She then looked pointedly at Harry waiting for him to introduce himself.
"My name's Harry Potter." Stacy tried not to show recognition at the name, she had read in an article once that he didn't like talking about his fame, and she could certainly understand why!
"So Harry, would you like to meet for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron later?"
"Uhh..Yeah, what time would be good for you?"
"How about we meet at 6:00? That would give us some time to get to know each other."
"All right, that sounds good."
"Bye Harry." And with that Stacy was out the door.
Harry didn't have time to think about what had just happened as he realized that he needed to get back to Quality Quidditch Supplies before he was missed. He snuck back into the store and everything seemed normal.
Fred and George were hunched over a Quidditch cleaning kit talking quietly. Ron was looking at his beloved Magnum 72 and reading every word about it. Kingsley and Remus were even distracted; they were looking at the old Cleansweep 15 and talking about the "good ol' days." Stellar security!
Harry walked back up to Ron and rejoined that conversation. Not skipping a beat, Ron said, "Look at this, each broom is hand-carved, do you have any idea how long that takes Harry? It taken them a month to just carve one of these brooms! That's crazy!"
"Yes, you are." Harry said, but as he suspected, Ron wasn't paying attention; he was just nodding his head.
The gang finally left Quality Quidditch Supplies and continued touring the shops. The went into almost every shop in Diagon Alley when Remus pointed out that it was 5:45 and that they should go back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry was so excited about his meeting with the gorgeous blonde that he didn't think about who else would be at the Leaky Cauldron at 6:00. He was screwed! He had no idea how he was going to handle this situation. All he could do was pray that this would somehow work out ok, although he strongly doubted it.
A/N: Stacy is not going to be a Mary-Sue. We're going to find out that she has more problems than Harry could imagine! Please review and tell me what you think about this story. I'd appreciate it. Thanks.