Phèdre: I'm back yet again!

*crickets chirp in background, again*

Phèdre: Guess I'm still not that popular yet.

Harry: So what am I here for again?

Phèdre: *sighs* The disclaimer.

Harry: Oh, yeah. A-hem. Phèdre Nó Delauney doesn't own DBZ, Harry Potter, Yu Yu Hakusho, or Ruroni Kenshin. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Phèdre: Not you too, Harry! You're supposed to be on my side!

Harry: I'm not purposely trying to put you down, but I can't stand Bra! She's worse than Dudley!

Phèdre: Really? I hadn't noticed.

**************************************************************************** **********Chapter 3: Shopping and Mudbloods

When Bra and Harry had fallen asleep, they had been on opposite sides of the bed. That was no longer the case. For the first time this summer, Harry hadn't had any nightmares. That was surprising to Harry. But what was even more surprising was the teal-haired beauty sleeping peacefully in his arms. It was promising to be a wonderful day.
When Bra started to wake up, the first thing she was aware of was two strong arms holding her. That and her pillow was rather hard, not that she minded, it was fairly comfortable. Then the situation clicked, and she opened her baby blue eyes wide and looked up to see Harry's bright green eyes staring down at her. He was blushing, but she noticed that he seemed rather happy about the arrangements. Not that she minded, she rather liked them herself. However, she was hungry.
"When's breakfast?" Bra asked softly, a little afraid to break the spell he seemed to have woven around her.
Harry glanced at his clock, then took one hand from Bra's waist, grabbed and put on his glasses, then looked at the clock again. "Right now, actually." He said.
Reluctantly, they both got up, and Harry left to get dressed in the bathroom. When they were ready, they both went downstairs to have breakfast. Harry had been planning on going to Diagon Alley that day, and he didn't want to leave Bra with the Dursleys, so she was going with him.
They took the subway, and while they were riding it, Harry explained the wizard world to Bra, or tried to. Bra was absolutely fascinated by it, but she couldn't get past the fact that wizards didn't use any kind of technology. The very idea was foreign to her. The thought that someone could willingly give up his or her cell phones, TV's, Walkman's, and cars were absolutely horrifying to her. Harry would simply laugh and tell her that you couldn't miss what you never had.
Their talk continued until they entered a small pub. Harry had been surprised that she could see it; he explained to her that most muggles couldn't. The toothless bartender, Tom, greeted them but Harry just brushed him off, and headed out the back door.
"Now where?" Bra asked. They were in a dead end alley behind the pub.
Harry just grinned and pulled a stick out of his pocket, his wand she presumed. "Just watch." was all he said, and he began tapping the bricks in front of him. When he was done, the bricks began moving, forming an archway into a long street full of shops and shoppers.
Bra's eyes lit up. "We're going shopping?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah, but first I need to get my money." He pointed to a large white building. A bank.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?!" Bra cried, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him toward the building. "Let's go already!"
Five minutes later, Harry and Bra were getting into a cart. Harry could have sworn he heard her mutter "primitive" when she saw it. But she was impressed with its speed. Harry had always enjoyed the ride, but Bra loved it. When Harry's vault was opened, Bra just looked inside and asked calmly, "How much are you willing to part with?" She wasn't fazed at all by the amount of gold.
"Well, er..." Harry cleared his throat. "I've still got a few more years of school left, and not to mention how much I'm going to need for after school..." he trailed off uncertainly.
"Oh." Bra nodded. "You mean this is how much you inherited, as in it's not an allowance or anything like that?"
"Yeah." Harry said. "This is what my parents left me."
"I've never had to worry about how much I spend before." Bra frowned. "Especially since Mom's the owner, president, and chief inventor of the largest and richest company in the world."
"I take it you're quite rich, then." Harry said.
"I guess." Bra shrugged. "I've never really thought about it before." She frowned thoughtfully, "Maybe that's why we always pay when everyone goes out to eat."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You've never seen a sayin family eat before, have you?" Bra grinned. "A feast would be an appetizer. Luckily, I don't need to eat quite as much as everyone else, maybe because I don't use as much energy."
Harry nodded. He had begun putting gold into his sack while she was talking. He was taking more gold than he normally did, because he had a feeling that she would spend quite a bit more than he usually did. Besides, he was planning on buying her a wand. That would tell him whether she was a witch or not.
After they were done at the bank, Harry took her to Olivander's. "May I help you, Mr. Potter?" came a voice from the back of the shop. Then and an old wizard stepped into view.
"Er, yes, Mr. Olivander." Harry said. "Bra needs a wand."
"I see." Mr. Olivander's eyes lighted on her. "Well then, let's see what I have for you." He went to a shelf and pulled out a box. "Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches. Give it a wave."
Feeling a little silly, Bra barely moved it before it was snatched from her. Soon, she was handed another, only for it too, to be snatched away. It continued on like this for a while, until, "Mahogany, Unicorn Tail Hair, 11 inches." The moment it was in her hand, she felt a warm sensation spread from her fingers. Smiling, she pointed the wand at the desk, pushing her energy into it. A golden light shot out and blew up the desk.
"Er, perhaps not." Mr. Olivander stuttered.
Bra frowned and demanded, "What are you talking about? That's precisely what I wanted it to do."
Mr. Olivander and Harry stared at her, sweat-drops forming on the back of their heads.
Harry paid 13 sickles and 11 knuts for the wand, and they left the shop.
"Harry?" Bra asked, fingering her wand. "What does this mean?"
"It means," Harry grinned. "That you are a witch."
"Wow." was all Bra could say.
They spent the next few hours running around Diagon Alley, getting all they needed. And stuff they didn't need. Harry got the supplies for Bra, but he still didn't know if Bra was going to be able to attend Hogwarts. He had sent an owl to Professor McGonagall, he figured that Professor Dumbledore would be too busy with Order business, and he still hadn't received a reply.
Harry and Bra stopped at Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Bra sat at a table while Harry went to order the ice cream. Bra was a little surprised when a small, pale, blond boy sat down at her table. Two beefy boys, who kind of reminded her of Dudley and his gang, stood behind the blond boy.
"Hallo." The blond boy said. "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. You may have heard of me."
"No, I haven't." Bra really wished Harry would hurry up and get back. He'd probably know how to get rid of this riffraff.
"Ah, that's a shame." Malfoy smirked. "The Malfoy's just happen to be one of the richest and most prominent pureblood families. So what's your name, sweety?"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Not interested."
Malfoy scowled, and pulled out his wand. "Who are you?"
Bra looked at him with disdain. "Shoo fly. You're bothering me."
"Why you little-!" Malfoy shouted.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, Malfoy?" came Harry's voice form behind her.
Bra looked up at him. "Did you get my ice cream?" she asked as though that was the most important thing. She obviously didn't consider Malfoy a threat.
"Yeah." Harry handed her ice cream to her.
"Thanks."
"Oh, I see." Malfoy smirked. "Looks like you had to settle for a mudblood, Potter. Though I can't say I blame you, she looks like a good lay."
Harry's wand was out in a second. He was furious. Harry started to say something, most likely a spell, but Bra interrupted him.
"What did you say?" she asked in a dangerous voice.
"You heard me, Mudblood." Malfoy sneered, his eyes never leaving Harry.
Then Bra punched him, hard. He flew about twenty feet, before he encountered a brick wall. Only now it was a pile of bricks with a very hurt Malfoy lying on top.
Malfoy's two goons looked at her, and then ran away.
Bra looked up at Harry and found him staring at her in shock. "I-I take it you didn't need my help last night?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Bra shook her head. "No, but I appreciated it." Then she smiled, hooked her arm through his and began leading him away from the scene. She giggled, "You'll always be a hero to me."
Harry blushed, "But-!"
"No buts! You were willing to stick your neck out for me, and I like that. Besides," she purred, "without you I'd be stuck with no money, no place to stay, and no food."
Five minutes later, they had finished their ice cream, and an owl had arrived for Harry. Harry read it once and then smiled at Bra. "Good news." He said. "You've been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh, goody." Bra said in a dry tone. "Lucky me."

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Phèdre: How was that?

Bra: I can't believe you!

Phèdre: Why?

Bra: YOU HAVE ME GETTING CUDDLY WITH HARRY!

Phèdre: So?

Bra: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Harry: She's being mean again!

Marron: Calm down, Bra. She can do worse.

Bra: LIKE WHAT?!

Marron: *whispers in Bra's ear*

Bra: *eyes widen* NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Harry: Do I even want to know?

Marron: Most likely not.

Phèdre: I know, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not a hentai.

Bra: *sighs in relief* Good.

Phèdre: I could, however mention it in passing.

Bra: No, no, no, no! I'll be good I promise!

Hiei: So where am I?

Phèdre: The next chapter.

Hiei: Why not this one?

Phèdre: Because I couldn't condense the Diagon Alley shopping trip into a small portion.

Pan: So do Sou-chan and I get our own chapter too?

Phèdre: Yes. I'm trying to be fair, and give you all equal amounts of time.

Pan: Oh goody! Did you hear that, Sou-chan?

Soujiro: Yes, Pan. I heard.

Harry: Hey! Phèdre got some more reviews!

Everyone except Harry: Really?

Phèdre: Let me see! *shoves Harry out of the way* Ooh! Pretty!

Marron: Back away from the computer.

Phèdre: But-

Marron: No! We'll handle these. You go dance, or better yet, go rewrite the next chapter.

Phèdre: But you haven't even read it yet!

Marron: Don't need to. Now go!

Phèdre: Fine I'll go, but only because it's almost time for the parade.

Marron: Good!

Harry: What parade?

Soujiro: It's Homecoming, she's in the band.

Harry: Oh.

Marron: First Reviewer.

KawaiiSuccubus- She's just doing it randomly. The sixth chapter is all
condensed, I think. I'm not sure, but she's gonna be doing an every
other type thing. AND I AM JUST AS GOOD AS PAN!!!! But yes, I suppose
it is a somewhat creative story. Phèdre's kinda good at creative.

Bra: Second Reviewer.

Black canary- I'm glad you like it, I think. I guess you'll most
likely like this chapter too. Just remember, it's only in Phèdre's
little world that I'm with that geek. Yuck!

Harry: I don't like you either!

Bra: You little-!

Marron: Cool it you two. There's still one more review.

Harry: Right. Third Reviewer.

Pammy- Why don't you want to show it? Marron and Hiei get along
perfectly in this story and in her imagination too. Phèdre's modeling
Marron after Eighteen.

Marron: Alright, that's it.

Bra: Good. NOW can I yell at him?

Marron: Sure. I'm obligated by threat of mushiness to tell all the readers that Phèdre really appreciates reviews, so please, do review.