Someone posed a question through a comment. "Why does Harry transfigure wizarding currency into objects and not other stuff from the Dursleys?" This is a great question. As we all know muggle items don't hold magic very well, and wizarding currency theoretically holds a little of its own magic due to the way its made and the fact that it is constantly surrounded by magic. So by using wizarding currency it makes the transfiguration's permanent and so Harry doesn't have to worry about constantly strengthening the magic.

NOTE: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it's characters... I ONLY own the plot to this story.

It took a few days more than Harry had expected, but Dobby had appeared before him with a summons from Twilfitt & Tattings. He nodded and made sure Dobby would keep an eye the egg for him, before he made his way back into Diagon Alley and over to Twilfitts. A few people stared at the muggle style of his clothes, but he rather liked the softness of the open shawl and leggings, the shirt was just lose enough to not hinder him.

The bell chimed as he walked into the small shop, "you summoned me?"

A voice called from the pedestal area, "Yes dear, come inside and wait a moment, i'm nearly finished here."

Harry made his way over and paused in shock. Draco Malfoy was staring at him through the mirror, a surprised expression on his face. "Oh, hello Dr-Malfoy, getting new robes?"

Malfoy nodded, "Yeah, i hit another growth spurt this summer, Mother forced me here because the Weasleys were invading Malkins. And you Potter? Are those Muggle clothing?"

Harry just sighed, only Malfoy would sound curious and disgruntled at the same time. "Yes, Malfoy. This is considered comfortable casual wear in the Muggle world. And i'm here for a final fitting to a new wardrobe. I prefer Twilfitts to Malkins any day. Quality over quantity and all that."

With Malfoy's attention turned back to Twilfitt for a moment, Harry tried to clear his mind. Which worked all of five minutes before the little bell chimed and Narcissa Malfoy's voice filled the shop. "Dragon? Are you finished yet? Why is there a Muggleborn here?"

Harry tensed at the insult. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy, it is lovely to see you again."

The woman paled instantly upon finding out who was standing next to her son. "Mr. Potter, i had no idea you knew of Twilfitts."

"Yes, i ran across it after the Weasley's invaded Malkins a few days ago. This shop is much better at any rate. Please refrain from insulting people unless you know who they are first, someone might take offense." Harry smiled and spoke gently.

Malfoy watched the interaction between his Mother and Potter with interest. It was a site to see the Potter Heir dressed in Muggle clothes, but stand with as much grace and dignity as the purebloods did. When his mother had insulted him, he was sure that Potter would blow up at her, his temper was legendary at school. However he was more shocked as the teen just gave his mother some sound advice before turning to face him.

"Alright Mr. Malfoy your finished. Please step down and over to the counter, we'll get you rung up and ready to go."

Harry moved aside so Malfoy could pass, before circling the pedestal and humming to himself softly. The ravenette ignored the transaction between Twilfitt and the Malfoys by going through his thoughts on the response from Gregorovitch that had arrived early this morning. The man wanted to meet tomorrow afternoon, which Harry had quickly agreed to, he only had three more days before he'd be boarding the train for Hogwarts again and he wanted a few days to relax and laze about before hand.

"Are you ready dear?" Mrs. Twilfitts voice broke him out of his thoughts.

Harry smiled but nodded, taking his place on the raised platform. "Yes, i'm very excited to see what you have designed."

"I hope you don't mind if i stay and watch Potter," Malfoy had remained in the shop but his mother was absent. "I figured we could talk, Mother went to do some other shopping."

Harry shrugged, before yelping when Twilfitt poked him with a needle. "Stay still Mister Potter."

Malfoy chuckled, but muffled them as Harry glared at him. "Hush Malfoy, or i'll jinx your trunk to sing "Pretty in Pink" for a month while it turns your clothes a fetching shade of the color."

The sound suddenly cut off and Harry smiled, watching as the seamstress finished off the dueling robes, which meant that he didn't have to try on all the robes since they would all fit the same. The same happened with one piece of each type of clothing, while Harry made minut changes to some of the jumpers or had the seamstress tweak the color. Malfoy pitched in every now and then but became silent as Harry turned to the last remaining outfits.

"I had so much fun in creating these for you Mr. Potter. I do hope they are to your liking." Mrs. Twilfitt gushed.

Harry smiled shyly, before nodding. "I have no doubt you did them justice. Would you mind pulling up a privacy screen for the first one?"

Malfoy just chuckled, but sighed as the screen was summoned. "What, scared of some comments Potter?"

"No Malfoy, contrary to what you may think, your opinion doesn't always matter. The outfit i am trying on is special and i wouldn't want to ruin the surprise or shock value by showing it to you early." By the time Harry was done speaking Mrs. Twilfitt was pulling down the screen and the teen was back in his muggle attire.

Mrs. Twilfitt smiled at the ravenette, "Just give me a few moments dear, and i'll get everything packaged up for you."

"Take you time, i'm not in a hurry." Harry murmured before joining Malfoy over by the window.

"Have you purchased all of your school supplies yet?" Malfoy sulked at being kept out of the loop.

Harry hummed for a moment to do a mental check, "I've got the bare essentials, but i'll probably pick up some extra things while in the Alley today. Plus i promised Hedwig that i'd get her more treats and i shudder to think of the look she'll give me if i don't deliver."

Malfoy snorted. "That bird is a menace, you know that right?"

The other teen just shrugged. "She's the most intelligent bird i've ever met, just because she dislikes you doesn't mean she's a menace."

"She attacked me!"

"Dr-Malfoy, you called her a decrepit fuzzball. I'd have attacked you as well."

"Well, she looks decrepit! Evil bird."

Harry sighed. "She's a eagle hawk Malfoy, that means she's proud. You can't just insult something or someone and not expect retaliation. And it's only her coloring that makes her look that way, she's just a year old, so pretty much a toddler."

Malfoy guffawed. "Oh that makes it better. A baby menace in our dorm room."

The two teen's just stared at each other before breaking into laughter. "She'll be staying the owlery this year, i have a new familiar that will be staying with us. Hopefully the others won't mind to much. I know they don't like me."

Malfoy stared at Harry, taking in everything he could about the teen, before sighing. "They will get over it. It is about time that you find a suitable familiar Potter. By the way, where are you staying until the start of term?"

Harry flinched and then stiffened before relaxing. "Oh, i'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron. M-my relatives went on a vacation and i decided to stay behind."

The ravenette wasn't able to see the frown and disbelief on the blondes face as Twilfit called him over. "I'm all set Mr. Potter."

"What is the total then? I thank you for being so accommodating." He smiled shyly, still a little tense from the blondes questioning.

"A hundred Galleons if you please." She stated.

Malfoy choked on his spit when he heard the total. What the hell had Potter bought that would cost that much in one go? His eyes nearly fell out when he took in the size of the package, it was very large. Harry handed over the required money, plus a tip before shrinking the parcel and stowing it in a small pocket inside the billowy shawl. The two teens left the shop sie by side, but silent. Malfoy was too caught up trying to analyse Potters attitude and actions, while Harry was thinking of everything he need to buy more of.

"Malfoy, would you mind if we stopped the Owl Emporium?" the smaller teen asked.

The blonde nodded and opened the door for him. "Sure, Mother doesn't expect me for a while yet, we finished earlier than i thought."

Harry entered the dark shop and went to the treats section, grabbing several bags that he knew Hedwig enjoyed and paid. Before they left, Harry grabbed a catalogue, which the shop owner assured updated itself regularly.

"Thanks, the only thing else i really need is to probably buy extra parchment" Harry muttered to the blonde.

Malfoy chuckled, sometimes he forgets how little the half-blood actually knows about the little things. "You should just invest in a couple of endless notebooks. They make ones that allow you to remove pages, which will also expand or shrink to fit your needs."

Harry grabbed onto Malfoy suddenly. "You have to show me! Please Malfoy, those sound so much better than buying loose parchment."

The Blonde was startled to say the least, but quickly agreed and led them to the small shop. A half hour later, the two were walking out with a dozen of the journals between them, however Harry had also bought a couple of enchanted quills that would take notes for him. They both knew it would be a god send for the ravenette, seeing as he was poor at taking notes, and usually copied Dracos or Blaises. Harry enjoys the small talks that he has with the blonde, but eventually left to return to his rented room. Making sure to organize his new purchases before summoning a pair of pajamas and crawling into bed, he cuddles the small silver egg close and drifts off.