J.K. Rowling Owns Harry Potter


Asher woke up to his new surroundings of his room, happy to look at the walls of pastel blue rather than his old room of red and gold. He got out of bed to fix it up before trekking downstairs quietly not knowing if the Professor was up or still asleep in his room. He went to the fridge to pour himself a cup of juice. Luckily there was kitchenware here even though before the home was sparse. He went about making himself some toast as he was used to from before. Then some shuffling from the stairs caught his attention to notice the Professor in black pajamas while himself slept in his clothes from the day before. The Professor took note of this, "We will need to shop for some clothes for yourself and probably myself while we are at it, since we will be living amongst the mundane" he commented.

"We should have thought of that yesterday" Asher whined.

"What are you doing?" the Professor asked redirecting his attention.

"Making toast, it's what I usually have" Asher explained.

"You deserve more than that. I can cook us some eggs and bacon" the Professor move to the fridge to gather the ingredients.

"I really don't need that much" Asher tried to say.

"Yes, you do, you are a growing boy. No more arguing, now go wash up" instructed the Professor.

Asher didn't say anything and went to go his bathroom as Severus began to strategically make breakfast for them.

After Asher came down and had breakfast with the Professor, he helped clean up. The Professor excused himself to wash up and let Asher to take care of himself for a bit. It didn't take long for the Professor to come back down to find Asher reading the book he had given him.

"Ready?" the Professor asked.

Asher put down the book in the chair and walked to stand beside the Professor. The Professor looked to him and he looked back in acknowledgement then they both headed out of the home to notice a bus with Hermione from the day before getting on. Asher looked on curiously, "I should probably put you up in Primary School, so we will be less suspicious" the Professor said as Asher eyed the bus.

"I would get to go to school and learn? That would be great!" Asher responded excitedly.

"Let us get going, that way I can get you some new clothes for school as well for when you are at home" the Professor pushed Asher gingerly towards the car.

The stores were unimaginable with the store clerks assisting them with clothes and so on. They were so tired and decided to eat out, rather than go back home. They ordered themselves some Fish and Chips, talking idly.

"What do you like to do, Asher, besides reading?" asked Severus.

"I like to draw" he answered shyly.

"Then I'll buy you some sketchpads if you like?" offered the Professor.

"You don't have to" Asher said hurriedly.

"My mind has been made up, let us finish lunch and then we'll go find somewhere to buy materials" the Professor made no room for argument.

Asher went about slowly eating and poking at his food but ate it all the same before they took their leave. They put their bags in the trunk of the car before walking around at stores to find what they were looking for. When finally they came across a quaint store, 'Drew, Draw, Drawn'. They went inside to find all sorts of drawing materials. A man came out who had an uncanny resemblance to a wand-maker he met as a child in Diagon Alley.

"How may I be of assistance, gentleman?" he asked.

"I would like to require a sketch kit for my son" answered Severus.

"Ah I see, chalk or pen?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know, I've only drawn with broken crayons, which isn't much" responded Asher.

"Hmm, give me a minute" the man said bustling about the store grabbing some sketch paper and two boxes that a sketch pen and drawing chalk were in.

"Try them out one at a time and tell me which you prefer" he set them at a desk table.

Asher looked back at the Professor, the Professor simply nodded in approval and he went to sit down at the desk. He picked up the sketch pen and sketch softly a butterfly. He then picked up the drawing chalk and he drew a simple outline of the Professor with emphasis on the changes of recent. He found it quite freeing and yet he maintained control.

"So, which will it be?" asked the man.

"The drawing chalk" he gave what he used back to the man.

"Very well, I will give you a kit pack with sketch pad, several drawing chalks, and a tool to sharpen his chalk" the man packed it altogether.

"How much?" the Professor queried.

"That will be 25 pounds and do come back again" they nodded in respect then parted ways.

"Is that it?" Asher looked to the Professor.

"Yes, I'm pretty much as exhausted as you are by being man-handled by those infernal women from the clothing store" at that Asher had to hold back a laugh.

"Well that will be the last time won't it? I mean we could always use magic on the clothes to make them bigger later on if we need to" suggested Asher.

"As appealing as that is, we will have to venture out for clothes again. We need to change with our surroundings, it would be odd to always wear the same clothes for years" explained the Professor.

Asher didn't argue and just nodded at the Professor's logic. He picked out his bags of clothes and started slowly carrying them up. As he came down again, he saw the Professor at the entrance. He slowly approached behind him to notice Hermione from yesterday. She was introducing herself to the Professor, "Here is Asher now, you are allowed to go over if you like but no longer than an hour" he told the boy.

"Don't I still need to put up my stuff?" asked Harry.

"I will handle it, go make a friend, they are hard to come by, especially smart ones" he tells Asher while looking over Hermione.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Asher asked.

"Positive, now go" the Professor slowly pushed Asher out.

Hermione smiled up at the Professor, "I'll make sure he is back in an hour, sir" she told the Professor.

Together the kids left while Severus went back into the house to put everything up.

Asher smiled at Hermione, "Thank you for inviting me over" he tells her.

Hermione smiled, "You're welcome, next time you can come over and just ask to come in" she explained.

"I will" he answered promptly as they were now in front of her door and letting themselves in.

"Where are you parents?" Asher asked.

"They are still at their practice, they won't be home for another hour or two" she tells him as she escort him to their personal library.

There were shelves surrounding all of the room filled with books. Asher was quite astonished as some were even behind glass locks.

"Books to the left are fiction, to the right is my medical books, then the middle glass case are first editions" she detailed.

"Wow" he went over to the left side skimming over the fiction titles. There was 'To Kill A Mockingbird', 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Wuthering Heights' and 'Lord of the Flies'. Then there were titles children like himself would enjoy, 'Alice's Adventure', 'The Lord of the Rings', 'Treasure Island', 'Charlotte's Web', and 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe'.

Hermione watched as he went over each book and noticed when he took interest in one, he would tap it, then move on to looking over the rest. When he came across the book of, 'The Chronicles of Narnia' he stayed there just looking at it.

"I've read that one before, C.S. Lewis is one of my favorites, you are welcome to borrow it if you like" she tells him.

"I can?" he asked unsure.

"Yes, you can. When you finish it, you can come and borrow another book" in that moment she saw his eyes sparkle with delight and he looked so handsome.

Hermione felt a blush in embarrassment at her thought, "You ok?" Asher asked getting closer seeing her face flushed.

"I'm alright, would you like to see my room?" she asked changing the topic.

"Am I allowed to go to your room?" he questioned unsure.

"Yes, come on" she grabbed his hand and tugged him along up the stairs.

She made sure to let go right away as they came to her door and she opened it. It was different from what he thought a girl's room looked like. She had a white canopy bed adorned with plum sheets and accented with black lining. She had a bay window set in the same style. She had a few stuff toys, a desk in the corner that possibly could have belong to an old British writer.

"It's quite different from what I imagined, I thought all girls liked pink" he told her.

"Well, pink is too showy for me, I prefer this. It's actually very soothing. Especially my desk, it was passed down through my mother's side, I think it goes back about two centuries. I didn't believe it when she told me, since it is in great condition" Hermione said eyeing her own desk.

"Magic" the word escaped between his lips.

"Magic?" Hermione queried eyeing him.

"I mean it is like magic, your family members must of took very good care of it" he says not looking her directly in the eyes.

"I feel like you know something" Hermione said eyeing him.

"So, I could borrow that book, right?" he asked changing the subject.

"Yes, of course. Do you have a library in your home?" she asked following his lead in conversation.

"Soon enough, I could probably ask my father if you could see it someday" he told her.

She smiled wanly at him as she went over what she does at her schooling during the early day to afternoon until it was time for Asher to go back. She walked with him to middle of where their two lawns met and waved goodbye as Asher walked inside.

The professor was just pouring himself some tea from the stove kettle, "Would you like some tea, Asher?" he asked kindly.

"Yes, thank you. Did you already finish putting up my items?" he asked as he sat at the island near the kitchen on a stool.

"Yes I did, I have also been in contact with your two dunderhead Uncles. They wish to see where we have relocated and visit you" explained Severus.

"What if someone follows them?" asked Asher worried.

"That is why I gave strict instructions to Remus and to emphasize to Black how serious the situation is" he said with a roll of his eyes in thought of Sirius.

At that moment they heard pounding knocks on the entrance door. Severus went over to it and cautioned Asher to stay behind him. He looked through peephole and with a groan he opened the door.

"I have half a mind to blow this house down!" hollered Sirius.

Remus stood the side face-palming himself for bringing Sirius along.

"For you to go through with that statement Black you need a little more than the quarter of mind you have" drawled the Professor.

Sirius made to say something but really looked at Severus for the first time in a while "Oi! Who slapped you with the pretty stick or is this some kind of ruse?" he questioned.