Title: Lollipops and Crocodile Tears

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Go me.

Date: Sunday, July 6

Notes: Yes I know, I didn't put a summary up. Usually I just copy and paste from chapters, but I'm on a labtop and we're not even supposed to have internet access so I'm not complaining. Ugh, this chapter is so incredibly messy, but I'm terrible at using labtop keyboards. Or labtops in general. No exscuse, right? Don't worry, I'll probably go over this again when I get back home.

Heh, I finally gave people a description. Somewhat. Oh! Harry doesn't need his glasses anymore. I think I said something like that in the last chapter, but just to clear it up.

...I have been trying to get this stupid chapter up since Thursday! Be grateful!

Cloth

Clothes Make the Man.

Naked People have Little,

Or no Influence on Society.

Mark Twain

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Sirius grinned as he tapped the last brick. The wall parted and Sirius heard his godson gasp.

"It…Oh! It's amazing!"

"I…wow." Sirius stuttered, "It looks so different." Remus elbowed his brother in the side.

"Of course it looks different, Caleb. We haven't visited here since before You-Know-Who died."

"Right. Sorry." Sirius stepped into the Alley. "So, where do you two want to go first?"

"Why don't we head to Madame Malkin's first. We can order the robes and come back with the money when they're finished; we'll stick out less with a few sets of proper robes." Remus said dropping a hand on to Harry's shoulder.

"There's so many people!" Harry said glancing around at the colorful shops.

"You should see this place in August, Crev. All the Hogwarts students get their letters at the same time. It's insane!" Sirius told him as the group traveled towards the robe shop.

Crevan gasped as an owl swooped past him. Remus tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, steering him in the right direction.

"After this, we'll head over to Gringott's." Remus informed his friend.

"Gringott's?" Harry questioned.

"The Wizard bank. We're going to go on a shopping spree with my dear ol' Mum's money." Sirius grinned, "She must be rolling in her grave right about now."

"We're also checking on your finances, Crevan." Remus told his nephew.

"Finances? What finances?" Sirius looked away, trying not to sneer at how surprised Harry was that his parents could possibly have left him any money.

"Crevan, the…ah." Remus glanced around quickly, "The Potter family is one of the wealthiest Pureblooded families there are. He didn't mean to, but your grandfather once implied that the family history can be traced back all the way to the Founder's time."

"Wow." Harry breathed.

Remus smiled pushing through a crowd of witches gathered in front of the robe shop. A bell rang as the three entered.

"Just a moment, I'll be right to you!" Madame Malkin's voice came from the back room.

The plump woman came into view, her magical measuring tape following at its own pace.

"Hello there! I don't believe we've met before, what can I do for you?" She smiled brightly at them.

"No, we haven't. I'm Connor Hart, this is my brother Caleb and my nephew Crevan. Do you think you could measure us for some casual robes."

"Of course, of course. Who wants to go first?" Crevan inched closer to Remus's side. Sirius glanced at him.

"I'll go."

"Good, good. Now, stand up here, Yes, there we go. Now, are there any colors you'd prefer? I think something with a nice silver accent would highlight those eyes of yours. Maybe a darker blue robe as well. Give you a nice sophisticated look."

Crevan snorted lightly before he could stop himself. He slapped a hand to his mouth as Remus chuckled softly.

"Oh, laugh all you want Connor, you're next."

"Done!" Madame Malkin laughed, "Come along, would you like to come next, Connor?"

Sirius smugly stepped off the platform, moving next to Harry.

"Ahh, you're eyes are a bit more of a hazel than your brother's are they? But you've got sandy hair." Malkin tapped her chin lightly. "Oh, we could do a few colors but I'd think maybe a dark color would suit you best. Any preference?"

"Maybe a deep burgundy."

"Ahh, good choice. Now step down. You're up Crevan."

Crevan bit his lip before hesitantly stepping up past Remus.

"Well, don't you have just the most gorgeous eyes? And you've got Caleb's hair. Wonderful combination. Lift your arm a bit will you? Now, I think we might go with an emerald cloth. I might thread a bit of silver in for you as well. Well then!" The measuring tape rolled together with a snap.

"They'll be done in about four hours or so. Comes up to eighteen galleons"

"We'll see you then."