Welcome back to Like Yesterday, a continuing story. Not many announcements to make except I'm approaching 70k words and am at 25 chapters. It's pretty mind blowing. HOW DID I GET 98 REVIEWS? I THOUGHT THAT I HAD 60 OR SOMETHING!
I'm really immature about this story. I am immature about this story.
I thought that I had broken my IPad a few days ago. I fixed it :p
*ALSO 'Yer' is Hagrid's speech, 'Ya' is Natsu's*
Like Yesterday Previously
Harry stopped in his tracks and felt his heart drop. "I-I'm fine!" Harry quavered.
"Harry, are ya alright?" A pink haired, red coated professor asked.
Harry turned his head immediately. "P-Professor Dragneel?" His mouth moved before he knew it. Harry then looked behind the ghost-like apparition. "Hagrid?"
Like Yesterday
In Knockturn Alley
Immediately after the foggy, pink haired professor's name was called, the charlatan dark wizards fled into the shadows and a path was made out for the three. Natsu paid no mind and kept his attention focused on the terrified, confused Harry.
Harry had sparkly, grey dust scattered all over his black cloak and black pants. His black hair was mused around his head and his scar on the right side of his forehead was shown. His glasses were broken in the left lense but they still rested on the top of Harry's rhinoplasty, signaling that they didn't snap. His hand which shown out of his cloak's sleeve had angry red markings around it and had small crescent halfcircles around his wrist.
'Nails.' Natsu guessed.
"How'd yer get 'ere?" The big, burly coated Hagrid asked with a scowl present on his face.
As Harry ran up the small incline with steps to the peculiar people and replied, "I-I used Floo Powder for the first time, sir." The 'sir' was an afterthought.
"Who lent yer Floo Powder?"
"I was just with the Weasleys…"
"That makes sense," Natsu remarked.
"Come on, 'Arrry!" Hagrid fervently said, getting serious for a moment. "Yer wouldn' wan' yerself gettin' in trouble by people seein' you 'ere!"
As they turned away, Harry strode behind the mammoth named Hagrid while Natsu looked at him curiously.
"Ya broke your glasses again," Natsu said, peering over his shoulder.
Harry took his gaze up from the ground and laid it onto his Draconian professor. "T-Thanks," He stammered.
Natsu's sighed.
The kept walking to the alley in front of them.
"An'~ we're back!" Came the singsong voice of Hagrid.
Back in Knockturn Alley, Harry had heard only the slight whispers of old and grey witches and wizards but as soon as Harry stepped into the other alley, their whispers disappeared and were replaced by a much louder, booming sound of merry chatter and laughter, a complete 180 from the other.
Diagon Alley
It seemed just like yesterday when Harry first got his Hogwarts letter addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. He blinked as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the sight of hundreds of wizards running through the alley.
Natsu smiled and placed his faded hands on his hips. "Harry?" Natsu asked, "You're getting your books first, right?"
Harry looked back to his redcloaked professor. "If it's closest," Harry stated.
"It's righ' 'here," Hagrid stated while pointing a large finger at a two story tall building.
Harry's gaze slowly shifted to the side where he saw a bushy haired girl his height.
"Hermione?" Harry called out in the busy alley.
Hermione's hair flew off her shoulder and cascaded onto her back. "Harry?" A smile immediately made its way onto her face.
Harry ran up to her outside Flourish and Blotts bookstore with Hagrid trailing behind.
" 'ello ther' 'ermione!" Hagrid said with a large gleeful smile on his face.
"Hi, Hagrid!" Hermione replied while facing the three males. "Hi, Professor Dragneel!"
Whispers surrounded the outside area. "It's Professor Dragneel!" many said.
"Mrs. Weasley and Ron are in here, my parents too," Hermione said, ignoring the uproar. "We're getting our Hogwarts books here this year."
Natsu opened his mouth a tiny bit. "Oh yeah… your new professor is in there… I'm supposed to greet 'im."
Harry and Hermione furrowed their eyebrows at the pink haired professor as he walked into the crowded Flourish and Blotts.
Hagrid blinked as Natsu walked into the building.
"OH MERLIN'S BEARD, IT'S NATSU DRAGNEEL!" "IT'S THE LEGENDARY PINK HAIRED MAN!" "Oh my, Professor, would you have a picture with me?" "No." were words that came from the store.
Hagrid felt his right pocket of his brown overcoat rumble. "Oh?" Hagrid questioned.
Hagrid opened the latch from the pocket and felt his Remember Rumbling Rock. He took the rock out of his pocket and shook it. He read the small, cursive words inscribed on the surface of the rock. "Slug repellent!" Hagrid just about yelled out loud. " 've got to get goin'!"
"Bye!"
Harry and Hermione continued on with their conversations.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before stating, "You look different."
Harry frowned, he had gotten taller but not by much.
"Your glasses, Harry," Hermione remarked. "I swear you're going to break them each year before Hogwarts."
Harry agreed. It seemed as if it was going to become a tradition.
Hermione placed her pale hand into her skirt pocket and grabbed her wand. She held it up and gave it a whirl as she said, "Oculus Reparo!"
A blue lightning bolt flew out of Hermione's wand and struck Harry's circular glasses. The broken pieces of glass situated in the lens molded together and the cracks disappeared. The scratches on Harry's glasses smoothed out as well. Harry's black hair covered the scar as the Lightning was akin to a blast of wind.
Hermione smiled and put her wand back in her pocket, happy with her work.
"We should probably be getting in there, Harry," Hermione said. "The Weasleys have been worried sick about you!"
Harry nodded his head while Hermione took his hand in the crowded alley. She turned to the right and pushed through people to make a path to the door of the bookstore.
Flourish and Botts
Bodies were pushed into the crowded bookstore. Thousands of books were situated on built-in shelves while quite of few new ones were placed manically on round wooden tables with poster stands on them. Many taller wizards and witches stood around the back of the store, and seemed to crowd around someone. Harry looked up for a moment and saw people who seemed to be reporters. They had large cameras in their hands and held them up in the air above other's heads.
Harry felt Hermione stop tugging his hand.
"Watch where you're going!" an angry witch scowled at Hermione.
Hermione looked back for a moment and called, "I'm sorry, madame!" over her shoulder.
The witch pushed up her cat eye glasses before she started writing on a notepad with a green quill.
Harry kept his head down at his feet when they walked further and further into the bookstore. He knew that he'd get swarmed if they knew who he was. What he didn't know was that his action of putting his head down made his hair uncover his scar.
Hermione finally stopped pulling when she stopped a few centimeters in front of Mrs. Weasley. They were smushed together in the bookstore.
"Oh my, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley proclaimed. "Are you alright?" She wiped off some remaining Floo Powder off Harry's shoulders.
Harry nodded his head.
"Professor Dragneel just walked in a moment ago, he's a handsome man. His wife is lucky," Mrs. Weasley praised.
Harry went on his tiptoes and peeked behind her left shoulder. The pink haired professor was scratching the back of his neck as he seemed to apologize. The toad-like man which he was apologizing to seemed to be relishing in his excuses.
The toadman looked away from Professor Dragneel and caught Harry's gaze. He grinned with pearly white teeth and announced with glee, "Let's get a picture of Harry Potter and I."
Harry swallowed the marbles in his throat as reporters and families burst out saying, "Harry Potter? Where?"
The toadman pointed and Harry was snatched by his right arm. The grip was painful and their nails were digging into his bruised skin. Harry did nothing in response except grimace.
The black cloaked reporter threw him behind the bureau and Harry found himself between his professor and the man. The golden haired man snatched Harry's arm and looked at Natsu cautiously. Natsu, a little late on the grabbing party, snatched the upper layer of Harry's black cloak. He didn't hold him with force but it was enough to make a statement.
Natsu held Harry protectively as he eyed the toad's grip and said underneath his breath, "Isn't it fine if you don't have Potter-kun in the picture? You're already going to make the front page."
Natsu's eyes shot lasers at the man's chocolate brown eyes.
"If you're jealous, you can come in too," he retorted quietly in response.
Red warning lights flashed around in Harry's mind. 'This is terrifying.'
Nasty tsked and said, "At least I don't fake."
The toadman furrowed his eyebrows and Natsu eyed him lazily. The pink haired man took a deep breath, gave Harry a small look, and turned around. Natsu retreated.
The grip on Harry's arm lessened as the man garbled inappropriate words and sayings underneath his breath. He blinked after a few moments before he smiled his smile and looked at the reporters.
"How about we start?" He announced.
"Cheese, Mr. Lockhart and Harry!"
Harry blinked. 'Mr. Lockhart? This is my new teacher? This person?'
The flashes continued and nearly blinded Harry. He felt a heavy pressure on his stomach and felt the arm around his right shoulder tighten more. The grip was unbearable. It was a cold feeling around his shoulder. His throat tightened up and he gulped.
"I'll give Harry, here, my entire collection of Hogwarts books which he will use to further improve his academics."
Even more flashes.
"Harry," Lockhart said while looking at him. "Smile." Mr. Lockhart demonstrated by smiling.
Harry looked up at the man with fear. He was a snake.
Harry twitched the corner of his cheeks and stretched his mouth out.
He was pushed away by Lockhart right after there were no more camera flashes. After recovering from the push, Harry made his way through the crowd and avoided the wanton touches which came his way. He held the books in his arms like a lifeline. He was going to give these to Mrs. Weasley. He knew how bad off their family was; he could pay for his own.
Mrs. Weasley smiled once he got to her and said, "I'll go and get these signed!"
Harry wanted to throw up. He went to the less crowded part of the building and accidentally met up with Draco walking down a set of stairs who was stuffing a piece of parchment into his cloak pocket.
"I bet you loved all of that attention," Draco Malfoy said, his bleached blond hair waxed backwards and grim smirk present.
'I don't want to see anyone's smiles further today,' Harry declared in his mind.
"Please stop, Malfoy," Harry said with an annoyed mark on his forehead.
"Stop?" Draco questioned, at the bottom of the stairs facing Harry. "Stop what?"
"You already know, Malfoy."
"I'm sorry but you're going to have to explain to me."
"Y'know-" Harry started, irritated.
"Shut it!" A girl from behind Harry said.
Draco's words stopped in his throat as he looked up and down at the newcomer who was destroying his fun.
"You got yourself a girlfriend! How lucky!" Draco said with fake glee.
"I'm not his girlfriend," Ginny declared, her arms wrapped around her torso in denial.
"You're not?" Draco asked. "Then you're his fiancé?" Draco smiled, faking hopefulness.
The redheaded girl was about to step the few feet closer to Draco and slap him but she was stopped by four arms.
"I bet you wouldn't even get a fiancé, Malfoy," Hermione cheekily said.
Draco's normally pale skin flushed red in a moment. He was about to spurt out an angry remark when a cane with a snake on top jabbed his shoulder.
He stopped still and blinked twice. He took a deep breath and straightened up his posture.
"Father," he said.
"Draco," Lucius Malfoy said with a sneer. "Why are you here conversing with these…" As the man showered the four with his sharp gaze before he came across Harry's scar. "Harry Potter," he said, smirking.
Harry sighed in his mind. He squinted his eyes at the bleached blond male who looked exactly like an older version of Draco.
The head of the cane came off Draco's shoulder and the bottom hit the floor with force.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Draco's father said. "I am Lucius Malfoy." He held out his pale hand for a shake.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Kids didn't usually shake hands but he wasn't much of a regular kid.
Harry held out his right hand and shook the older man's hand three times without uncertainty.
"Good to meet you," Harry said.
Lucius put his hand in his pocket and changed his entire manner in a few seconds.
"Why were you going to hurt Draco?" The man asked to Ginny.
"If you're his father then you should know why. He's a rude snake!" Ginny seethed.
Draco tsked and held his arms around his upper torso in a threatening position.
Lucius blinked and looked at her fiery red hair. He then looked down to her clothing and to Ron.
He smirked as he said, "You must be Arthur Weasley's children judging by your ripped clothing and old books."
Lucius took a book from Ginny's cauldron and tossed it from hand to hand.
All of their cheeks flushed red.
"At least we don't lie and are rude to others!" Ron fervently said in response.
THIS CHAPTER WAS CHANGED. I WANTED TO CHANGE IT SO I DID. THE REVISION MAKES THIS STORY BETTER. (I just got rid of the Arthur Lucius part)
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