GRINGROTTS

"Good day Staleman."

"Mr. Potter." Staleman stated with a nod. "How may I be of service?"

"I would like to exchange some galleons for Muggle Euros."

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Each galleon is worth 3 Euros. Quite a good exchange considering the worth of a Euro in the Muggle world."

"I see. In that case can I have 500 galleons worth of Euros for today?"

"Very well, Mr. Potter." With a snap of his fingeres, Staleman made a big stack of bills appear on the elaborate desk. "Your total amount will be 1500 Euros Mr. Potter. Please sign this form as to confirm the exchange was executed." Staleman handed Harry an official looking paper. Harry quickly signed his sloppy signature. As Harry went to reach for the stack, it magically filled into a Muggle leather wallet.

"Bank courtesy." Staleman said.

"Thank you, Staleman. Good day my fair man."

"Good day." With a firm nod, Staleman continued work, leaving Harry no alternative then to go out the door seeing there is no more business he needs to attend in the building.

As Harry stepped out into the busy street of Diagon Alley, Harry began to walk to Madam Malkin's.

Harry entered the store hoping to find nice apparel for the girl of his dreams.

"Hello Mr. Potter. How may I be of service?" Madam Malkin asked.

"Please call me Harry." Harry said humbly.

Madam Malkin smiled. "Of course, Harry. How may I be of help today?"

"I'm looking for a dress appropriate for a beautiful girl." Harry stated.

"I see. We have three beautiful dresses appropriate for a date. I'll get them out for you."

"Thank you." Madam Malkin walked through a door at the far right of the wall and left Harry there, waiting upon her return. A few minutes later, Madam Malkin walked into the front of the shop, this time three dresses floating in line behind her. Each was stunning. One was a silver dress with rainbow diamonds, associated with matching shoes and a necklace. The next dress was a light pink with yellow diamonds, also associated with shoes and a necklace. The last and most elegant, in Harry's opinion, was a light baby blue dress with silver diamonds, yet again associated with matching shoes and a necklace. Harry can easily picture Hermonie in the pink dress, she would look breath-taking.

"I would like to purchase the light pink dress please, Madam Malkin."

"Excellent choice, Harry. Personally, that is my favorite one also."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Do you have cologne here?" Harry asked.

"Of course. We carry many brands, most from France so I guarantee that you will find one quite appropriate for your taste. I'll bring them out."

"Thank you." Yet again, Harry was leaved by himself in, what seem to be a very cramped space, waiting for the return of Madam Malkin. She returns a few minutes later, this time carrying a small wooden box. As she set the box on the table, it magically expanded to a 30 in by 30 in show case with two levels. Harry, being in the magical world for so many years already was not surprised by the transformation of the box.

"Please take your time selecting one of your personalities. I'll be in the other rooms. When you are done, please ring this bell." A bell magically popped out of thin air,

"Thank you." Harry spent over thirty minutes, trying all of the models, finally choosing one of his likings, riding on the fact that Hermonie would also enjoy the fragrance. Harry ringed the bell and Madam Malkin came walking in.

"A fine choice Harry. I think Hermonie will be pleased." She winked. "Your total will be 165 galleons." Harry wrote a check, leaving a rather handsome tip and handed it over to the business lady.

"Thank you for all your help." With that said, Harry pictured the burrow and disappeared, leaving a stunned Madam Malkin behind to figure out how a fifteen boy just used magic outside school facility.

Harry Potter reappeared on the front porch of the Buirow. As he entered, he was overjoyed by the fact that no one was in the kitchen and living room. Taking a piece of parchant and quill, Harry wrote in his best possible handwriting, a quick note. Harry focused on Hermonie's and Ginny's room and disappeared, reappearing seconds later in a very female room on the third floor. Harry quickly left the note on the bed and disappeared once again, this time to places unknown.