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They went into Diagon Alley from the bank. Bill had the cuffs, rings, circlet and robes. Gronak had gone over things with Bill, pertaining to Harry's accounts and businesses. Harry had been assured that no one had been allowed to access the Potter vaults or accounts, although Fudge had tried. Several times. The goblins had kept records of each time this had happened and were willing to produce this evidence if Harry decided to press charges once the bonding took place.

They went to see Fred and George's shop next. They were happy to see Harry and, having had the situation explained to them by Sirius and Remus, were teasing Harry about not marrying one, or both, of them.

"But, neither of you is old enough. It won't work if it's one of you." Harry was stringing the twins along, playing along with them. He looked at Bill and saw the laughter in his eyes. As long as Bill knows I'm only teasing. Bill's the only Weasley I want.

Bill saw the slight flare of fear in Harry's eyes when he looked at him, as if he expected Bill to get mad at him. He nodded slightly, encouraging him to play along with the twins. Merlin knows he needs some humour and relaxation in his life. Bill thought. If he had his way, and he would, Harry was going to get a lot of the things that had been denied him by those Muggles.

From WWW, they went down one of the side streets in the Alley. On it were several shops that catered to a more exclusive clientele. Stopping Harry for a moment, he placed a light glamour charm on him. "I don't want anyone to recognize you as Harry Potter. You still look like you, but your hair colour is slightly lighter and the scar is covered."

Harry looked at Bill. "Do you think that someone would tell Fudge that I was shopping for clothing, when I should have been at Hogwarts?"

"Possibly. I'm not willing to take that risk."

Guiding Harry into a clothing shop, Bill knew what he had planned. When the attendant asked how she could help them, Harry looked at Bill. He gestured around the shop. "Whatever takes your fancy. Anything you want. We're replacing your entire wardrobe."

Harry's eyes went wide. "Anything?" he breathed. He had never really been able to get whatever he wanted. He looked around the shop and headed to where he could see shirts and pants hanging. Sirius and Remus followed him, commenting on how good something would look on Harry, or how he should get this or that because it would make his eyes stand out.

Bill looked at the assistant. "All of this will come out of my Gringotts' account. I'm on record here. William Weasley." She nodded and went back to her desk. As the pile in front of her grew, she shook her head slightly. Bill watched as Harry looked longingly at a pair of leather trousers, but shook his head and walked away. Looking at the size on a pair of trousers and a shirt on the desk, he motioned to Remus to keep Harry occupied. He slowly made his way through the clothes, picking up things he thought would look good. He carefully picked up two pairs of the leather trousers and added all of this to the pile.

Looking at the girl, he said, "Put the leathers in a bag, but remember that they are there. A surprise." He winked at the girl and she almost melted. He moved to the other side of the shop where there were boots and shoes displayed. He picked out a pair of dragonhide boots that would come to mid-calf on Harry. They would be the only pair of footwear that he would insist on. Looking back at the pile of clothing, he noted the colours and added other colours of the boots to the first. He saw a pair of black boots with silver clasps up the sides. Turning, he motioned to the attendant.

"I want a pair of these in my size and one in his. My size is on record." She nodded and went to get the information. They would be for the bonding. He motioned Harry over to him. "You need shoes? The only ones I'm going to insist on are the dragonhide boots." Harry smiled at him and Bill's breath audibly hitched. Sirius had a hard time holding in his chuckle. He didn't think it would help.

With all the purchases paid for, they next went to a tailor's shop. Bill cast a different glamour charm on Harry's face. "What's that one for? What's wrong with the one you already did?"

"I don't want him to recognize you and for word to get back to Fudge. Not until the bonding is done. I refuse to put you at risk for a kidnapping. All I did with the other glamour was to cover the scar and change your hair colour. This one is a little more involved." Bill already knew what he wanted for their clothing for the ceremony, so he didn't need to go based on Harry's colouring.

Sirius and Remus both did a double-take when they saw Harry. Remus nodded. "Good idea Bill. The first one was perfect for that store. But this one needs to be stronger."

"My thoughts exactly." Bill cast a light glamour on himself, changing his hair and eye colour.

They went into the tailor's shop. The tailor and his assistant immediately came over to ask if they could help.

"We need clothing for a bonding ceremony."

"Participant or guest?"

"Participants."

The tailor and his assistant got to work. Bill told them what he wanted and what colours. Harry and Bill stood on the small platforms for what seemed like hours. Finally they were done, and Harry asked to see the clothes. Bill pointed him at a large mirror and came to stand beside him.

Harry's jaw dropped. They were both wearing white leather trousers and white, long-sleeved shirts. The shirts had flowing sleeves that gathered at the shoulders, then flared out before being gathered at the wrists in a wide cuff. Over the shirts, they both wore vests made of leather. Harry's was sapphire blue and Bill's was emerald green.

"To go with the rings!" Harry turned to Bill and hugged him quickly. "Thank you. I've never had anything this nice. Not even my dress robes." Bill hugged Harry to him, resting his chin on the top of Harry's head. Again he felt Harry stiffen. He would have to ask him about that.

"You're welcome. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I wanted to make it special for you." Bill inhaled slightly and closed his eyes, allowing Harry's scent to surround him. A small cough interrupted the moment.

"Alright, you two. If we're done here, Mooney and I have decided to take the happy couple out for lunch." Sirius, for all his teasing, was almost getting teary again. Remus looked at him, worried.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" His voice was low. Bill and Harry were changing back into their street clothes, but he didn't want anyone to hear him.

"Tell you later. This is their day."

"Give me a hint."

"Let's just say that we've both wanted one for quite some time."

Remus thought about it for a minute. His eyes grew impossibly wide. "You're..."

"Shut it! Not yet. It'll wait until after the bonding. I don't want to take this away from Harry. He deserves so much more, but, if I can give him this time, just to be himself, I'm going to do it."

Remus shook his head in wonder. "You know, you can be such an arse at times, but then you go and do something like this and it all goes away. You're a good man, Sirius Black."

"Don't let that get out."