Disclaimer: I don't own them, but oh how I wish I did.

Summary:
Draco finds hit mate and a tentative relationship is beginning to build
Severus and Lucius meet Salazar
Harry decides it is time for some revenge

This will in time be a slash-story. Don't like it? Don't read it.

I've got a beta-reader, whohoo! This chapter has been checked by the talented Keikokin. A million thanks for your help in making this story better. Any mistakes found below are my own.

Got Anything In Leather?

"If you are quite finished? We need to get going." Lucius reminded the boys.

"Where are we going Father?" Draco asked getting to his feet.

"Diagon Alley. Harry needs a new wardrobe and I understand you need a few new books?"

"Oh. I'd forgotten." Draco said going to change his clothes.

"You don't have to Mr. Malfoy. I was going to transfigure some stuff later on when I got the time." Harry said still sitting at the table, picking up a quill and toying with it.

"It is no trouble and it is Lucius, remember? You are family now and no family of mine is going to walk around dressed in rags. Or have to transfigure their own clothes. You deserve the best and that is what you are going to get. Now hurry along please, we have an appointment in half an hour."

"Yes sir." Harry murmured and went to put on his school robe.

Hmm, it would seem the boy reverts to formal address when he is unsure. He had no problem calling me by my name last night when we were relaxing and chatting over hot cocoa. I'll have to keep an eye on that. Lucius mused waiting for the boys to return.

HPDM

Harry walked between Lucius and Draco as they headed outside towards Hogwarts' wards. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was only a soft breeze flitting in and out of the treetops. Harry smiled; if he tried, it was almost as if he could hear tiny silvery laughter. Taking a deep breath, he let the autumn air fill his lungs and he felt strangely content. It was as if his entire being was recharged once he was away from the stony halls. As if the walls of his only home had been holding him down and penning him in.

Shaking his head, he pushed such nonsense to the side and returned his focus on the easy banter between father and son. Never in a million years would he have imagined the dignified Lucius Malfoy to actually have a sense of humour. Or have a soft side where his son was concerned. Talk about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! Harry thought amused. What you saw was most definitely not what you received when it came to Malfoys.

And that went for both of them. Draco was an entirely different person when they were alone and Harry was beginning to realise that he too had only seen the mask they presented to the world. Not the real persons hiding behind it. Merlin, he had been such a child! But then, there hadn't been anyone around to teach him such things, had there?

"Such deep thoughts for such a lovely morning." Lucius voice cut in, bringing him back to the here and now. Blushing Harry realised they had passed the wards and that Lucius was holding out a portkey he was yet to touch. Feeling his entire face grow hot, Harry quickly placed two fingers on the disk Mr. Malfoy held and then came that hated feeling of a hook behind his navel, jerking him through space.

Harry landed with a hard thud and it was only the quick grab on his arm from Lucius that prevented him from falling to the ground. Eyes closed and breathing deeply he fought the nausea and the terror that swept through him. Not there, not there, I'm not there! was the mantra he clung to and eventually the feelings died down and he became aware of his surroundings once more.

Opening his eyes, Harry saw he was standing in a large fitting room with three people looking at him in concern. Ducking his head he murmured: "I'm alright now. I just really hate portkeys."

Lucius nodded and let go of the arm he was holding, prepared to catch the boy if needed, but Harry was firmly on his feet and took a few steps forward, looking around with curiosity.

"Welcome Misters Malfoy and Potter. I am Henri and I understand one of you are in need of my services?" the tailor said, ever the expert. He was going to pretend that little episode had never happened. He did not intend to lose the Malfoys as his clients. Very bad for business that. Very bad indeed.

"Yes, my son's mate needs an entire new wardrobe." Lucius drawled leading Harry to the stool placed before three mirrors. Urging the boy up on it he removed the robe and smirked at the shocked gaps from Henri.

"Zut alor! This is simply hideous!" the tailor hissed walking around Harry taking in his too large hand-me-downs. "This will have to go," he added fingering the sweatshirt Harry was wearing with distaste.

"Trousers first I think, non?" he said and with a flick of his wrist the clothes Harry had been wearing disappeared. Another flick had him dressed in a pair of black trousers. "These are made from our finest wool. As you can see they have a lovely fall and will cling just so to the wearer's body..." Henri said pointing out this aspect and that to the two Malfoys.

Harry didn't listen, more intent to look at himself in the mirror. The trousers were ok he supposed, and he wouldn't mind seeing them on Draco. Nevertheless, they were not for him.

"No," he said interrupting whatever the tailor was saying. "I don't like them."

Henri spluttered, but held his tongue. "I see, perhaps this will be more to your liking sir," he said and did the same little flick with his wrist. Instantly Harry was dressed in a pair of silk trousers that had Draco practically drooling.

Harry merely shook his head. "No. Don't you have anything in leather?"

"Leather?" Henri was shocked. "How utterly tacky! Certainly not young sir. We do not provide with that type of clothes here."

"Then I apologise for taking up your time." Harry said hopping off the stool.

"Now look here, I don't think you understand." Henri said getting nervous. He didn't want to loose a huge sale, but there was no way he was going to get a reputation for selling leather!

"I think it is you who don't understand," Harry said firmly. "It is my choice. My decision. Right Lucius?" he asked looking over at the older man who seemed to find the entire situation extremely amusing.

"Yes Harry, it is," he agreed and re-dressed the teen in his own clothes. "It would seem we are done here for this time." And with that he swept his two charges out of the shop.

Looking up and down the street, Lucius tried to decide where to go next. He wasn't entirely pleased with Harry's desire to wear leather, but he wasn't about to deny him this either. He could understand Henri's reaction though. Only vampires and those on the prowl wore leather today. It really wasn't something you wore in polite company. Biting back a sigh, he led the boys down the street towards Knockturn Alley. A shop there sold leather clothing.

Unfortunately, it was more a sex shop than a clothes store.

He could only hope that Harry's fascination for leather clothes was a passing fad. Like the time when Draco refused to wear anything, but blue. He had even managed to colour his hair blue, and it stayed that way for an entire month. Not even Severus had been able to do anything. No amount of pleading, bribery or threats had managed to sway the toddler. It had been a nightmare. Fortunately, he had soon after become taken with dragons, and things had returned to normal. He was to this day thankful the boy hadn't found a way to change the colour of his skin!

Harry watched with interest the shops and the people they were passing. That they were heading towards Knockturn Alley didn't worry him much. He was well equipped to take care of himself, unlike the first time he'd ventured here. He noted with amusement the way the passersby moved out of the way when they realised who was walking down the street, giving them a wide birth.

"Is it a Malfoy thing or a Death Eater thing?" Harry asked in a low voice, his amusement evident.

"A Malfoy thing of course," Draco replied haughtily, sounding highly insulted he could even be considering another reason for the treatment they received.

Before Harry could comment, they were steered into a small shop that didn't look very appealing on the outside. If it hadn't been for his present company, Harry would never have set foot in this place.

"Hello and welcome to the Seven Sins. I am Cheryl, how can I help you?" a young woman asked popping out of nowhere.

Draco's eyes lit up when he heard the name of the shop. Lucius noted this and grabbed hold of his son's arm, not about to let his heir wander about unaided in this place.

"Yes, we are looking for some leather. As in clothes," he added fearing what else the woman might try to sell them. He didn't think the boys were ready for that. He knew he wasn't ready for them being ready for that.

"Of course, come this way please and I'll call Sean." Cheryl smiled and led them to a room in the back.

It resembled the fitting room they had recently left, Harry noted, but this place was more lived in somehow; as if the one on charge didn't take himself as seriously as Henri did.

"I heard you wanted some clothes?" a young man in his late 20's asked appearing from behind a tapestry.

"That is right. My young charge here wishes to renew his wardrobe." Lucius drawled giving Harry a gentle push forward.

"Right. Hop up on the stool kid and I'll see what I can do." Sean pointed at the stool in front of three mirrors while Lucius and Draco settled in two chairs to watch.

"Ugh, that is ugly." Sean commented when Harry removed his robe. "I can see why you'd want something new. Right, we've got lots to do. Trousers first," he pulled his wand and Harry found himself dressed in a pair of leather trousers. They looked like they had been moulded to him, fitting like a second skin. Much to Draco's delight, they left nothing to fantasy.

Harry frowned at his reflection and tried to move around a little. The trousers were snug. "I'm not a street-walker you know," he said causing the three men to splutter. "I want clothes made of leather but this is ridiculous. Don't you have something that isn't so tight?"

Sean recovered from his shock and thinking for a moment, he waved his wand dressing Harry in another pair.

Harry shook his head. The trousers were looser all right, but showing far too much skin. "I want a pair of trousers, not a sieve!" he complained. "Honestly!"

Annoyed he called his wand to him and froze the mirror image. "This is what I want," he stated dressing his image in a pair of leather trousers that fit well, but weren't too snug. They clung nicely to his hip and upper thighs, and became wider and loser as they fell down his legs to pool around his ankles. They allowed him maximum of movement and the loose fit around his lower legs would allow him to hide a few things, like a nice dagger or two. To that, he added a well fitting silk shirt with billowy sleeves and a leather vest that practically moulded itself to his upper body.

Intrigued Lucius stepped closer to the mirror thankful that Harry had turned down the shops usual selection. "Not bad. I like it. Do you want that in normal leather or dragon skin?" he asked tilting his head to the side. With the correct material and spells such an outfit would make him safe from most trouble makers. Perhaps he should get a few sets for his son as well?

"I hadn't thought that far." Harry mused, not about to admit that he was going to transfigure his clothes from what ever would work. Type of leather had never entered the equation.

"Dragon skin will cost you, but the result will be so much better." Sean said with enthusiasm, playing around with the image, dressing it in different types of leather, showing off the different effects and colours of each species. "Then there are the added bonuses that dragon skin will protect you from most spells and if you add silver you can bespell it and make the outfit even more resilient. This is brilliant! Will you allow me to purchase this idea? I know several customers that would love this look."

Lucius' eyebrow rose. "We will need to consider that. We also need to see the finished result."

"Right you are! What are we standing around here for? Let's get working!" Sean said with enthusiasm and called over several tape measures. Having what he needed he bounced out of the room leaving three bemused people behind.

"I really like your idea Harry. Where did you come up with this?" Draco asked standing beside his mate, looking over the figure in the mirror.

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure I can explain it. I was reading about some war between Elves and Vampires. There were drawings of several of the leaders and the way they looked, the way they were dressed. It got me thinking. I guess I just melded their styles, picking what I liked and left out what I didn't'."

"Well I think it's brilliant. Would you mind if I got some outfits like that?" Draco asked, unable to tear his eyes away. There was something about the image, something different, that called to him though he had no idea what.

Harry laughed. "If you can persuade your father I don't mind."

Draco merely grinned smugly, certain about his ability to sway his father to see things his way.

Lucius watched them from the chair and bit back a chuckle. Sometimes his son was so mature, and then at times like this, he acted as he'd done when he was five and wanted his own Kneazle.

"Here we go! I used deerskin since that is easier and quicker to work with than Dragon hide. Not to mention, that is what I had on hand," Sean said bounding back into the room dressing Harry in the trousers he'd made. To that he added a jade green silk shirt and the vest.

Harry turned this way and that, looking himself over. Then he jumped off the stool and walked around the room. Suddenly he squatted down and placed his hands against the floor, going up in a hand stand. Flipping over he rolled and was back on his feet.

"Excellent, precisely what I was looking for. Now, a few more details," Harry stated walking back to the still frozen mirror image. However, the flat surface was too inadequate for Harry to get his points across and he soon became frustrated at his inability to explain what it was he wanted. Running a hand through his hair, his gaze landed on Draco. His eyes lit up and he broke into a grin. "That's it! Make an outfit for Draco here." Harry ordered and ushered the blond to the footstool.

Sean sent a questioning glance at the senior Malfoy who nodded his consent. Setting to work, it didn't take him long to return with Draco's copy of Harry's design. Looking over himself in the mirror Draco had to admit that he looked good. The black leather enhanced his paleness and the deep blue silk shirt brought out the colours of his hair and eyes.

"Come on down Draco," Harry ordered pulling on the nearest arm, the unexpected move causing the Veela to overbalance and fall off the stool. "Sorry," Harry said not sounding sorry at all, his focus on Sean. "Now this is what I want you to do. I'll need a pocket here that will act like a wand holster, make sure to bespell it, so the wand won't be harmed and that it will withhold summoning charms and such. On the other leg, here, I'll need several small pockets that will hold throwing stars, make sure to remember to bespell the leather to be impenetrable as I don't want to be pricked by my own weapons..." Harry said walking slowly around Draco, spitting out his orders in a swift fashion that told those present that this was something he had considered carefully for a long time. Eventually he wound down and Sean had several scrolls with instructions.

"Can you manage that?" Harry asked looking the tailor in the eye.

Sean gulped softly realising that lying was not an option, not to this kid. "Yes, I can do it. It will take some time though and I might have to get outside help for some of the spell work."

Harry tilted his head to the side, thinking. "You take your time and make sure to get it right and I will let you use the design for your clients, minus the spell work of course. I also want you to make two more outfits for Draco and myself, in different colours, to wear until you've finished the ones made of dragon skin. Besides, it will give us ample opportunity to advertise your skills," he added with a smirk

"Consider it done!" Sean said eagerly, already dreaming of the added profit that this would get him. "And if you should come up with a new design, owl me and I'll make a set for you, free of charge."

"Okay," Harry said with a shrug, not really interested in the offer, but accepted it nevertheless. After all, Draco might have some ideas once he'd have time to think it over.

"Excellent," Lucius said getting up from his chair. He was pleased with how Harry had conducted himself today. "We will need a few more shirts though before we leave. What else do you have to offer on that front?"

Sean snapped out of his dream world and called for Cheryl. Together they showed off the different shirts, polo necks, and t-shirts the shop carried. By the time Lucius had made his selection, there was a large pile waiting in front of Harry who eyed it wearily. He didn't protest though when Lucius directed where to send the clothes and the bill. He was going to have a quiet word with the man once they were in private though.

"Where to now?" Lucius asked once they'd left the shop.

"I need boots," Harry promptly said, looking around as if a shop filled with boots would appear magically at his words.

Lucius chuckled softly and led the way.

The boot maker took one look at Harry and almost began to drool. Draco scowled and had to be held back by Lucius, so he wouldn't interfere. Harry was oblivious to the whole thing, solely focused on getting shoe wear that fit exact to his standards.

Still, Draco heaved a relieved sigh once they left the shop. He would have to keep a close eye on his mate once they went back to school. If he was able to get such a reaction out of a hundred year old man, how would a school filled with adolescences react? Suddenly the idea of getting Harry an entire new wardrobe didn't seem so smart anymore. It was too late to back out now though.

"Is there a shop that sells precious stones around here?" Harry asked looking up at Lucius bringing Draco back from his dark thoughts of revenge on anyone who as much as looked at his mate.

"Yes, there is. May I ask what it is you need?"

Harry looked around and leaned in to whisper: "It's a secret. A little, say we say, surprise for a nosy old man?"

Lucius bit back a grin and walked back into Diagon Alley. He was beginning to like this new Harry Potter more and more. He looked to be a perfect match for his son. Maybe this wouldn't be such a disaster after all.

HPDM

Harry walked out of the shop almost an hour later carrying several bags with precious stones and rare minerals. The shop possessed a larger selection than he'd imagined and therefore decided to really go overboard. He had the money to splurge after all and who knew when he'd be able to come back? These things really could not be bought via owl mail. You needed to hold them and feel them to be sure they were what you needed. Feeling very pleased with himself, Harry wasn't aware that he was humming softly as he considered all the things he wanted to try. The two Malfoys noted however, and they shared a look of pleasure at making him happy.

"Do you two need to go anywhere?" Harry asked coming to a sudden stop. So far, the other two had indulged him, but he felt it was time to let the others do what they needed to do.

"Not really," Lucius replied. "We need to go to Flourish and Blotts to get the extra books you and Draco need, but that is it."

Harry blinked, unable to comprehend that they had arranged for this outing just for him. "Oh. I didn't realise... Never mind. Is there any other bookshops than Flourish and Blotts?" he asked, abruptly cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Not really. There is a second hand shop not far from here, but they mostly carry old school books. There is an antiquarian down Knockturn Alley though."

"Can we go there? Please?" Harry asked sending a pleading look up at Malfoy senior.

"Very well."

"Thanks!" Harry said his whole face lighting up in happiness.

It should be pathetic how easy it is to please that boy and yet I can only find it tragic that such a small thing should make him so happy. Lucius thought, leading the way back into Knockturn Alley. Has he really had such a miserable life? I thought those Muggles pampered him. That's what we were told after all. Is Dumbledore even a bigger fool than I thought him to be? But then the boy did say that they locked him up in a cupboard. Why do I have a feeling that was not all they subjected him too? I think I need to have a talk with Severus.

Blinking at the sudden dimness, Lucius realised he was inside the bookshop with no memory how he got here. That was too dangerous and he mentally berated himself. Even with the Dark Lord on his side, for the moment, there was always the risk of random attacks from Death Eaters, Voldemort supporters, or those loyal to Fudge.

"Ah! Mr. Malfoy, it is a pleasure to see you again. I have something in the back I think might interest you, if you have a moment?"

"Very well Blackshaw, but it better not be a waste of my time," Lucius stated following the proprietor. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the boys happily perusing the shelves and he had little qualm leaving them alone. This was one of the better shops and it was unlikely something would happen in the short time he would be gone.

"Here we are Mr. Malfoy. I only received this shipment yesterday," Blackshaw said with a bow, directing the aristocrat to a table with a few books on it. Picking the first one up, Lucius dismissed it out of hand. It was a rare potion book, but he already had a copy of it in the Manor. Picking up the next, he raised an eyebrow. It was a rare book on herbology, not an area he was usually interested in, but he had a feeling it would interest Harry. After all, his new career choice was to be encouraged, especially since he couldn't become an Auror while being Dracos' mate. Putting it aside, he picked up the next to last book and his eyebrow climbed even higher. If he was not mistaken, the book was written in Parseltongue. Harry would definitely be interested in that one.

Putting that one to the side as well, he picked up the last book in the pile and nodded in satisfaction. It was a book he and Severus had spent months looking for. Opening it carefully, he skimmed through it. It looked to be in good condition and he found no spells, or other nasty surprises. "I'll take it," he said, "Along with these two."

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. It is a pleasure doing business with you." Blackshaw bowed and smiled in what he thought was an ingratiating manner, but Lucius found repulsive, making the proprietor looking like a snivelling idiot in his opinion. Not that he ever told the man as much.

Returning to the front of the shop he was relieved to find the two boys still happily browsing, no sign of other customers or trouble.

HPDM

"Why are you interested in those old books?" Draco asked, watching as Harry selected several old law texts from a shelf. "Those books were outdated by the time my great-grandparents were young," he scoffed.

"I know, but I want to see what changes have been made over the years. Most of the laws today are rubbish and I am curious to see when the Ministry became such a parody. With luck, I might find out why it happened as well. Besides, I don't have a big old Manor filled with books my ancestors collected before me. I figured out a long time ago that if I wanted a well stocked library I had to get the books myself," Harry said with a shrug, looking over an old DADA book, adding it to the pile in his arms.

"What do you mean you don't have an old Manor?" Draco asked in curiosity. "The Potters are an old family, just about as old as the Malfoys. They must have loads of estates, filled with books and other artefacts."

Harry shrugged once more. "I wouldn't know. If the Potters have a Manor, surely they would have hidden there when they went into hiding. My parents, I mean. Why did they choose a small cottage like Godric Hollow? And don't give me the crap about the Fidelius Charm. From what I've read, and from what the Blacks told me, an old Manor warded with Blood Wards would have been impossible to break into. Even by the Dark Lord and his followers when he was at the height of his powers. They would have been safe there, and no one not authorised could have entered. Pettigrew couldn't have led his Master there, no matter how much he wished to. Why didn't they hide there? It would have been the logical choice, wouldn't you say? No, something tells me that there is no Potter Manor. Therefore, I'm building my library from wherever I can. You never know when a text and its knowledge will come in handy. And even if they do only sit in some room and gather dust, it will be more of a legacy to my children than I ever got," Harry said a bit sadly, adding a few more books to the growing pile.

Disturbed by what he'd been told; Draco looked at the books with a new eye and began to pursue the shelves with more interest, finding several old tombs that looked interesting. Still the things Harry had said churned at the back of his mind and he couldn't shake the feeling that more was going on than met the eye. He needed to have a serious talk to his father and soon.

HPDM

"Are you sure you don't want the rest of the store?" Lucius teased when the youths finally had picked out the books they wanted. They must have emptied a good part of the shop's inventory the aristocrat thought with an inward cringe. Not that many of the books here held any value. Nevertheless, he held his tongue and paid for the books, earning a dark look from Harry who looked like he was about to protest, but an elbow from Draco caused him to hold his tongue.

Out of the shop, Lucius led his charges to Flourish and Blotts. It was getting late and he wanted to get back to the castle. For one he was getting hungry. Thus the boys must be starved by now. And two, the Veela bond would begin to strain from being in contact with all these strangers. He wished they could have waited for a few more weeks before doing this trip. But by then the boys would be immersed in their schoolwork and it would have been much more difficult to get the Headmaster's permission to leave the castle. Besides, he wasn't about to let Harry wander around in those hideous clothes a moment longer. Why no one had helped the lad to dress properly before was beyond him, but then he was beginning to find that a lot of things concerning the Boy Who Lived were beyond him. Or any decent wizard.

Dumbledore had a lot to answer for and Lucius was going to make sure the man did.

"Um, sir, is it alright if I pop into one of the shops down there? I promise I won't be more than five minutes, ten at the most. Draco knows which books I need and this way you won't have to wait for me. Please?"

Lucius blinked and found himself on the steps to the bookshop. Never before had he had such difficulties keeping his mind on what he was doing. Reluctantly he looked down where Harry was indicating. There was a sweetshop, a junkshop and a beauty parlour. Thinking that Harry wanted to buy some sweets, he reluctantly nodded his consent. Maybe the boy just wanted some privacy; Merlin knows he hasn't had much of that lately. Or maybe he wanted to get a surprise for Draco, something which should be encouraged.

"Very well, but no more than 10 minutes, if you run into trouble, don't hesitate to call on us."

"I promise. Thanks." Harry said running off down the street. Only then did Lucius remember that Harry didn't carry one of the Malfoy necklaces. Something he'd have to rectify at the earliest opportunity. After watching Harry enter the sweetshop Lucius reluctantly followed his son into Flourish and Blotts. For some reason his skin was itching, a most unpleasant feeling. Doing his best to shrug it off, he helped Draco pick out the missing schoolbooks and a few extra texts in DADA and Magical Law.

HPDM

Harry entered the sweetshop and hurried up to the disk.

"May I help you sir?" the young girl asked, a moonstruck look on her face. Harry shrugged the weird look aside and nodded his head.

"Yes, I'd like 50 boxes of Bertie Botts Every-Flavour Beans please."

"50?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Um, no, just a bit unusual. Please wait a moment," the flustered girl said walking to the back and shouting for someone named Charlie.

Jumping from foot to foot Harry impatiently waited for them to bring out his purchase but finally he was done. Rushing out of the shop, he ran to the junkshop next door and burst inside.

"Merlin and his beard child, where is the attack?" an old lady asked picking her knitting up from the floor where she'd dropped it when Harry burst through the door.

"I apologise for startling you ma'am, but my friends are waiting and I don't want to hold them up." Harry explained.

"Well isn't that considerate of you. Young people today only think of themselves," she said a bit sadly and Harry had a feeling that she was lonely.

"Yes," he nodded thinking back to a few of his schoolmates.

"So what can I do for you?"

"I want to buy all of your books." Harry replied promptly.

"They are in the back dear, behind that red drape over there. Pick out the ones you like and I'll ring them up for you."

"No, you misunderstood me. I want to buy all your books." Harry told her gently.

"Goodness gracious me! That was a tall order. Have you any idea how many books we have?" she asked astonished.

"No, but I have a feeling it is a lot." Harry smiled. "What can I say? I love to read and several of my friends are in Ravenclaw; they are always looking for a book they haven't heard of yet." He chuckled, winking saucily.

"Then who am I to stand between a Ravenclaw and their books?" the old lady laughed, looking years younger. "Now the books are a Sickle a piece. To pack them all will take some time I'm afraid," she said attempting to get business like, but failed due to being all flustered at the unexpected situation she found herself in.

"How about this?" Harry suggested. "I will give you some Galleons and you pack all the books that amount will give me. Then you can find out how many books there are left and tell me and I'll send you the rest of the money, how's that?" Harry asked aware of the time ticking away. For some reason he didn't want the Malfoys to know he was in here.

Digging into his money bag he pulled out handfuls of galleons, placing them on the counter. "This should be about 500 galleons to start with. Send the books to Hogwarts in the name of Harry Potter with the note of how much I still owe you. Deal?"

"Goodness gracious me! Harry Potter!" the old woman looked even more flustered and for a horrified moment, Harry thought she was going to bow to him. In the end, she just clutched her knitting closer to her chest. "It will be an honour sir, to think that Harry Potter would walk in to my shop, all polite no less. My, my, my, what is the world coming too?"

Harry had a feeling he should take offence at the old woman's prattle, but he found the entire situation hilarious. He bit back his laughter though, not wanting to offend the shop owner.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked once more.

"Yes, of course. Where are my manners? I apologise young sir. The books will be sent to Hogwarts as soon as I've got them packed. You have my word."

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to returning at a time when I have the time to properly browse your store." he smiled and with a small nod he left. His time was up and he really didn't want to face two angry Malfoys.

Next time:
Dumbledore tangles with Salazar Slytherin.
Guess who the winner is?
Stay tuned.