Hello everyone.

I'm sorry this chapter took so long but everything was accidentally deleted and I had to start typing all over again. (I am sad now)

So here it is Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Shopping

Harry sat on the bed of room 231 of the Leaky cauldron.

He stared at the letter in his hand. It was all this letters fault. If the letter had never come at all he would not have been kidnapped by the stalker-giant-kidnapping-wannabe.

Harry sighed to himself. What did he ever do to deserve this? He only ever tried to please everyone. He made good grades. He was polite to people. So why did he have to be kidnapped?

Harry stared at the only door in the room. It was the only exit, but he was locked in. The pub owner, Tom, never let Harry leave the room.

Harry's stare turned into a glare. "This joke is REALLY going to far."

Yes. Harry still thought this was all some sick joke, and that any minute these people would give up and tell him he can go home.

Harry turned his head toward the clock on the wall. Hagrid was coming to pick him up so they could go shopping for 'school supplies.'

Harry sighed to himself. He had told that man so many times that he wanted nothing to do with this school. Of course Hagrid never listened to him.

Harry sat up from his bed. He pulled up his bag and placed it on his lap.

He opened his bag and pull out the first outfit his hand touched.

It was a male Yukata. It was blue with a silver asin dragon on the back. The dragon was surrounded by what seemed to be waves. Harry smiled and slipped the outfit on. Then he pulled his hair into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

He smiled at himself in the mirror. He loved the Yukata so much. And if anyone dared call it Chinese…may God have mercy on their poor souls.

A knock interrupted Harry's thoughts.

Harry sighed and walked over to the door. On the other side was a smiling Hagrid.

"Hello Harry are you ready to- What are you wearing?" Hagrid's greeting turned into a question.

Harry smiled a little bit. "it's a Yukata."

Hagrid reached a hand to the back of his head. "Sorry I don't speak Chinese."

Something in Harry snapped.

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Harry sighed as he followed Hagrid down the stairs of the Leaky Cauldron. He had lost his room here.

It wasn't his fault that he threw all those pots and vases at Hagrid. Hagrid had enraged him. After calling his outfit Chinese he when on and on about how weird China was and how weird the clothes looked.

"He is one to talk." Harry thought staring at Hagrid's clothes.

Hagrid lead Harry through a strange door at the back of pub.

Harry walked through the door and came face to face with a brick wall. Harry blinked.

Why in the world would Hagrid lead Harry through a door that leads to a dead end? Did Hagrid honestly believe that there was a way to go shopping here? The only thing that was here was a brick wall. Unless…..

Harry paled with horror. Of course! Why didn't he see it sooner. Hagrid fit all the sine's.

"Harry are you ok? You look pale." Hagrid reached over to Harry.

Harry kicked Hagrid in the crotch. "RAPE!!!!"

Hagrid knelt over in pain, blocking the only exit. "No….not…that."

Hagrid reached painfully into his pocket and pulled out his ever-trusty umbrella. He slowly stood up and reached the umbrella over Harry's head and tapped his wand onto a brick.

The bricks slowly started to move out of the way. Then there was a doorway.

Harry stared at the wall in astonishment. How was it able to do that? He stepped toward the wall and stared at it. How did it work?

Maybe it was holograms. Or perhaps electronic. Was that brick a button?

"Come on Harry." Hagrid commended grabbing Harry's hand.

"Wait. How does the door work?" Harry asked trying to get back toward the door.

"Magic." Hagrid answered. He pulled Harry through the door.

Harry was not pleased with this answer.

Harry was dragged by Hagrid through a big crowed of people. And he meant he was dragged, he didn't have to move his feet at all.

He glanced around. There were to many people. He couldn't even see what was inside the windows.

All the people around him were dressed like they were back in the sixteenth century. They were dressed like the wizards you would see in big films. Lord of the Ring for example.

Harry blinked. Some of the people were making comments about how his outfit was weird or stupid. Well at least he was wearing pants and not a dress.

Hagrid dragged Harry into what seemed to be a bank. Harry stood up and regained his footing. He looked around.

Harry stared in disbelief. The bankers were little deformed midgets. Hundreds of them. What was this bank? A home for the deformed and the midget.

"Those are goblins." Hagrid spoke. "Not a very friendly bunch, but good with money."

Harry shook his head. This was sad. The midgets were so ashamed of there deformity that they would rather pretend that they were mythological creatures. But that was impossible, goblins were bluish green. (A joke for all those who have played Oblivion.)

Harry followed after Hagrid. They walked toward the front desk.

A rather old looking 'goblin' sat there. He seemed rather preoccupied with writing something down with a quill.

"Hmm." Hagrid tried.

The goblin looked up from his work and sneered. "Yes."

"Mister Harry Potter wishes to make a withdraw." Hagrid spoke professionally.

The goblin looked over the desk and sneered down at Harry. "And does mister Harry Potter have his key?"

"Ah, yes. Right here." Hagrid reached into his pocket and pulled out a small golden key. He reached to give it to the goblin.

"Wait!" Harry's placed his hand in front of Hagrid's. "Where did you get my key?"

Hagrid prepared to defend himself. Probably having learned from last time not to make Harry think he was trying to do something illegal, least his crotch pay for it.

"Headmaster Dumbledore gave it to me." Hagrid defended.

"The Headmaster of Hogwarts?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "And why did he have my key?"

Hagrid was baffled. "Why wouldn't he?"

Harry nodded in understanding. "Hagrid this is where we depart."

If Hagrid was baffled before. This nearly knocked him to the ground.

Harry reached and took the key from Hagrid and turned toward the older goblin. The goblin had watched the little show between Hagrid and Harry with glee.

"I would like to make a withdraw on my own." Harry stated.

There was no objection.

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Harry Potter for the third time in his life was not pleased.

After he had left the bank he had proceeded to shop for his supplies for school. This task was not going so well.

First lets start with the school uniforms. Harry didn't even walk into the store. When he saw them in the window he turned and left without any gilt in his mind. The pants were not baggy enough and were way to tight around the crotch area. He might as well be wearing a Speedo. An the shirt was made from gray itchy looking tread. Harry hated gray. And tread. And then they had what looked like long capes.

An scene from a movie Harry saw with Dudley flashed across his mind. The super hero was flying and his cape was caught in the airplane and yea, you get the picture. (Movie= The Incredibles)

Then there was the quills and parchment. Quills were very hard to use and wasted a lot of time and ink. Pens were much better for the job. And Harry had a lot of pens. As for parchment. Parchment used way more trees then notebook paper. And it was harder to write on.

There were always the books. That wasn't so bad for Harry. Harry enjoyed books. And knowledge. He was really happy to see that one book was about the arts. If potion making was an art like cooking he would pay the utmost attention. No Harry did not have a problem with books. It was the weight he could not stand. Harry was used to carrying heavy stuff. Petunia loved furniture shopping. But Harry always had Uncle Vernon and Dudley to help him. Add the weight of the books with the weight of the cauldron and piles to what Harry had to buy and it was heavier to carry then Harry's share of heavy.

And there was a fuss with the Dragon hide gloves. Harry got into a political argument that the reasons dragons tried to eat use was because we skin them and make gloves. Harry thought if we left the dragons alone and didn't try to kill them for stupid reasons they wouldn't try to burn us to death. The other man. A man high up in the Ministry of Magic, thought that dragons were nothing more then stupid brainless beast that would run wild and kill us all.

Harry reminded the man that in Asia they worshiped and respected dragons. And in return the dragons gave them things such as power, wisdom, and medicine. And that dragons were only beast like if they were angered greatly. And Harry didn't think dragons liked being killed to make gloves.

The man had shut up after that.

Many people had stopped and listen to Harry's reason. They regarded his Yukata and the dragon on the back. Thus the boycotting of dragon hide gloves and anything else that required the death of dragons started.

(And the Dragons rejoiced.)

Then came the wand shopping. Oh you don't even want to know how bad that was. Has soon as he had walked into the door his sixth sense screamed 'This is going to be bad.' And it was very bad. Nearly every stick he picked up broke things. One nearly caused the store to burn down. Another had nearly took off poor Oliver's head. All in all it was a disaster in every way.

Harry stared down at the little white stick in his had. It was made from a sacred tree grown in India.

Harry regarded the core. Oliver had somehow survived an encounter with Yuki-Onna in Japan over fifty years ago. Before Asia joined Egypt and cut off ties with Europe.

Apparently he told Yuki-Onna that he wife did the same thing her lover did years ago. It ended with a very happy Oliver coming home with a small bottle full of Yuki's tears frozen over.

Harry thought that's what made the wand white.

Now all that's left is the pet.

Harry entered the pet store and gazed around at the cages lining up the wall. This was very poor conditions to leave animals in.

Harry thought about the best pet. Harry didn't want an owl. He already had a way to send his mail to Dudley. Toads were out of the question, Petunia was scared of toads. Cats. Harry loves tigers but he dislikes cats.

Harry thought some more. Perhaps Hogwarts wouldn't mind if he brought a different pet, as long as it was a baby.

With that in mind Harry strolled over to the section of the store that had a sign that sad 'New Born' at the top. Harry glanced over at the newly born kittens and owls. He stared some rats that seemed to be changing color, why would someone want a rat as a pet?

Harry turned to glance at the little snakes. No Harry didn't like snakes that much. Dudley had always been scared of snakes.

He turned and glanced at the birds. No Harry didn't like birds that much. They were very dirty animals and didn't like to play much.

After another two minutes of searching Harry was ready to give up on a pet and leave. But something caught his eye.

He walked toward a cage at the back of the hall.

He peered inside. There was a white little dog. No, it wasn't a dog. It was a wolf. The cub was all white with blue eyes. On its forehead was a strange cresset moon mark.

Harry stared into its eyes. They must have just opened a few days ago, but he could see the intelligent spark in them.

"Hello, I'm Harry." He knelt down and greeted.

The cub stopped what it was doing and stared at Harry. Its head tilted sideways.

Harry regarded the head tilting. He read about wolfs and dogs. Tilting it head meant it was confused.

"How are you?" He asked the cub.

The cub circled itself once, as if it was chasing its tail. Harry thought about one of Dudley's gang member tailing him about his dog and how it would chase his tail if it was happy.

"So your happy?" Harry asked.

Harry reached over and opened the door to the cage. The cub walked over to Harry and put her nose to his. That meant hello to a dog.

Harry reached up his hand and petted the cubs tiny head. The cub was so small it could fit in the palm of your hand.

"Would you like to be my friend?" Harry asked the cub.

The cub tilted its head. Then the cub pounced at Harry. The cub landed right on Harry's shoulder.

Harry laughed to himself as he helped the cub onto his shoulder. "Would you like to come with me?"

For a second Harry could have sworn he saw the cub nod.

With that in mind Harry stood up and walked toward the counter.

The women at the counter seemed to be busy reading a magazine of some sort. Harry range the little bell to gather her attention.

The women looked up. "May I help you?"

Harry nodded. "I would like to buy this cub." He pointed at the cub resting on his shoulder. "And food and toys for her also."

The women nodded.

Buy the time it was over had walked out of the store with a new pet and lots of toys for her.

"Now that the shopping is over where should I stay for the night?"

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Well there it was.

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