Chapter Fifty-Four: Diagon Alley

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. They rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the appearances, attitudes, and personalities for 'Blade' and 'Sapphire'.

— Last Time … —


"Why do we have to go?" groaned Dudley.

"Because dear," said Petunia. "We're going to find out how they live without people like us knowing."

And I, personally, want to know how the boy got so much gallan? Gallon? Galli? Money. Thought Petunia, remembering the last time that Harry went in a shopping spree. And coming back with huge supplies of clothes for a boy that supposingly have no money. And didn't steal from them, she admitted, rather reluctantly.

— This Time … —

"HURRY UP, BOY!" snapped Vernon, loudly as he, his wife, and son was on the ground floor, all dressed in their best clothes, waiting for Harry Potter to come downstairs so they can visit where freaks' shop to get their freak things.

Harry sighed and left his room to go downstairs, meeting his relatives with his money and list in his pocket.

"It's about time, boy!" snapped Vernon. "Out of the house and in the car!"

Walking slowly in the car, Harry saw Petunia sitting in the front, looking at him coldly and disgustingly and that Dudley was in the backseat, taking a seat and a half and that his heavier cousin was listening to his walkman, his head bobbing up and down to the music. Opening the passager's door, Harry went in as Dudley's eyes widen. He didn't want to sit beside the freak! The Muggle wanted to scream, but he don't want to have a piggy tail, turn into a pig, or have his tongue long and blue. Or was it green? Either way, it was long, large, abnnormal, and noticeable!

A few hours later, a couple of pit and food stop later, the Dursleys and Harry finally got to London. When the car was parked, the four of them got out of the car with Harry leading them somewhere, for once in their lives. Harry stopped in front of a dingy, small, black shop. He stopped, causing his relatives to stop as well.

"What are you doing, boy?!" said Vernon, tightly, looking in front of him; a small, black, dingy, boarded shop. "Where is this place, boy?!"

"I'm taking you to the Leaky Cauldron," mumbled Harry.

"The what?" asked Dudley. "You're leading us into a Cauldron?! You're going to cook and eat us?!" He asked in a panic voice.

"Boy –" started Vernon, all red and purple in the face.

Rolling his green eyes, Harry opened the door to one of the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron and Harry walked in. The Durlseys looked around them and entered passed the door, surprised that the normal public around them never noticing a thing. Vernon crinkled his nose, smelling a mixture of odor that he never smelt before and don't like. Looking at his wife and only son, he saw that his son covering his nose and his eyes wide, looking around at the freaks and his wife covering her own nose with a nice peach handkerchief.

"Well?" snapped Vernon, hastily. "Lead on, boy!" He waved his hand in front of his face. "This place stinks!"

Harry walked passed the tables, chairs, counters, wizards, and witches. He nodded to Tom, which the man nodded back, looking at the three obvious Muggles warily. He lead them to a brink wall and stood in front of it.

"Is this some kind of trick?!" hissed Petunia, shrillingly, glaring her nephew.

"No, Aunt Petunia," mumbled Harry, withdrawing his wand and tapping at the wall three times.

The wall moved, withdraw and created a path for them as the Dursleys all huddled far away from it when the friggin' wall moved. WALLS DON'T MOVE! The walls moved, revealing Diagon Alley to their eyes. Like Harry when he first arrived, the Dursleys looked and turned everywhere and everything, looking at everything odd and abnormal in their eyes – which is everything. Which isn't at all hard, there's not a lot of people there in the first place, some, not a lot.

Harry kept walking and the Dursleys hurried up and caught up, looking at the shop, the clothes that the freaks wore, etc. The Dursleys came to an abrupt stop when Harry stopped, Vernon bumped into him.

"Watch it, boy!" snapped Vernon, looking down at the green-eyed boy. "Where are we boy?!" He snapped when he looked up, at a tall, white building.

"This is where we get our money from," said Harry. "It's a Bank. Run by Goblins."

"Run by what?" hissed Petunia, her arms crossed. "Goblins? Do you take us fools, Potter?!"

Harry walked up the stairs and through the door. Looking at each other, the Durlseys followed and then fell on their arses when words appeared from out of thin air.

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure here…

Slowly, the words disappeared and the Dursleys ducked where the words were and ran up to catch up to Harry. Their eyes popped open wide and their mouths hung open. Goblins. Carts. Counters. Goblins. Goblins can read? They can write? They can talk? They can do math? They wear clothes? They wear glasses? They have hair? Ridiculous was the word that all came to their mind and they would have voiced it out-loud. If they haven't seen it with their own eyes! They stand in the middle of the door, frozen in shock and fear, staring at the roomful of Goblins. REAL ones. Not the ones in telly.

Harry walked up to an empty counter, leaving the Dursleys standing there, looking ridiculous, and told the Goblin that he wanted to see his Vault, and gave him the key. When everything was ok, the Goblin lead him towards his shocked relatives.

"Are you coming with us or are you going to stay here?" squeaked the tiny voice from the Goblin.

"AHHHHH!!" screamed Petunia and Dudley, jumping and hiding behind Vernon while the man tried to act tough. Tried. He was pale as Death.

"What are you?" asked Vernon, rudely.

Without blinking the Goblin answered, "I am Hook," said the Goblin, not in the least offended. "A Goblin. Are you coming with us or staying here?"

"Where are you going?" countered Vernon.

"We are going to a Mr Harry Potter's Vault," said the Goblin.

"The boy have a vault?" sneered Petunia from behind her husband's back, her head peaking out of his large arms.

"Are you coming or not?" asked Hook, slightly annoyed.

"Very well," said Petunia, in nose in the air. "Lead us on. Goblin."

Leading the group passed another door and in, what looked like a cellar, with train tracks? Four black carts, all connected to each other, rolled in.

"In," said Hook, jumping in the cart, holding the lantern, and hanging it in an available hook.

Harry jumped in the second cart and he looked at his relatives, who looked at them like they were mental.

"We are not getting in that thing," said Petunia. "It's dirty and not safe for us to sit."

"Then stay behind," said Harry.

Turning around and facing a closed and locked door when around the dark and scary dungeon-like place, they went in the cart. Vernon sat behind Harry and the other two sat behind him; the mother and son looked scared. Without a warning, the cart left, quickly and suddenly, making Vernon hold onto the side of the cart, Petunia and Dudley screamed as they hugged each other. They screamed every time and closed their eyes as the cart went into loop-the-loops or turned so sharply that the cart swayed in one direction, afraid that they'll fall off of the damn thing. The cart stopped in front of another black, huge door and the Goblin jumped off. Harry walked off, leaving the Dursleys sitting there, looking green, pale, and with their hair all sticking around in all directions. Leaving the cart, the Dursleys stood in what looks and feels like cliffs, shakingly.

Inserting the key and opening the door, the door groaned open and the Goblin stood next to the key. Harry walked in the room and looked up at the money. The Dursleys moved a bit, shakingly, to the door and looked in. Facing them were hundreds – no thousands – of GOLD and SILVER. It glittered in front of them.

"How much is in here now?" asked Harry, curiously.

"Including Mr Albus Dumbledore's interest to the money that he took from your vault, your vault now, have the total of 15 097 540 048 945 Galleons," said Hook.

"15 097 540 048 945?" whispered Petunia, her 'I am better than you' attitude gone. "Th-that means that the boy is a – a –"

"A Millionaire in the Wizarding World and a Billionaire in the Muggle World," interrupted Hook, nodding towards the silver and gold. He turned back to Harry. "Congratulations, Mr Potter."

"BILLIONAIRE?!" shouted the Dursleys, their voices echoing through the room, cave, dungeon, whatever.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US, BOY?!" shouted Vernon, grabbing Harry by his shirt and getting all in the younger man's face, his saliva getting onto Harry's face.

The next thing Vernon knew, he was blasted away from Harry and into a wall, then fell down on the sack of money.

"VERNON?!" shrilled Petunia, running towards her perfect husband.

"DADDY!!!" wailed Dudley, running towards his dad.

They both helped the heavier man up, shakingly. Vernon held onto both of his helpers, glaring at Harry menacly.

"I advise you not to do that again, Mr Dursley," warned Hook. "Violence is not tolerated in Gringotts."

Vernon glared at the Goblin, angrily and scared. "You can do it too?" grunted Vernon, scared. He glared at Harry. "Hurry up boy! Gather up whatever you need!" He snapped, looking around the Goblin and at the piles of silver and gold greedily.

Leaving the vault, Hook locked it and gave the key back to Harry and got in the cart.

"We're going on that thing again?" whimpered Dudley, shaking.

After a couple of minutes, they all got off of the cart again, Petunia and Dudley puking, their face sticking out of the cart and their vomit falling down before he disappeared. Vernon turned his face straight again and closed his eyes, holding in his pile of vomit, looking very pale. When the cart came to a complete halt, the Durlseys jumped out of the cart.

"It's about time!" snapped Petunia before another pile of vomit made itself known.

"Petunia!" gasped Vernon, roughly, patting her back as gently as he can. "Let's go boy!" He snapped at his nephew. "Hurry up now! Before your Aunt gets any sicker! Do you have any normal water in this – this world of yours?!" He demanded.

"I suspect you would like our kind of money then," said Hook. "Your kind of money don't work here."

Vernon turned a nice shade of purple. "We could always used the boy's money!" snapped Vernon. "After sixteen years of raising, feeding, and putting up with his freakiness!"

The Goblin frowned. "He doesn't have enough money to buy you anything," lied the Goblin. "Not even a drink."

"Just how would you know!" demanded Vernon.

"Magic," said Hook, simply.

Vernon turned a shade of darker purple. "Well, hurry up then!" snapped Vernon.

"Very well," said Hook.

After half of Vernon's Muggle money was exchanged for the correct amount of money in Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, the Durlseys and Harry left. Vernon demanded the boy that he better take then to a place – any place – that sells drinks. Or else. So Harry showed them Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor, Florean sometimes, have something to drink.

"Ice Cream!" drooled Dudley, his eyes dazed from the rich, cold, tasty treat. He ran to the parlor. "What kind of ice cream do you have?!" He demanded, hungrily, his stomach growling.

"Anything you see here, sonny," said Florean.

Dudley frowned. He had to read? He hates reading. He sighed impatiently and looked at the ice cream. Star Dust, Magicolo, Luckster, Bubblegummo, Sweet Potato Ice Cream, and Acid Ice Cream to Zucchini Ice Cream.

"Don't you have any normal ones?!" demanded Vernon.

"These are normal ones," said Florean, confused.

"Do you have drinks?" asked Harry. "My aunt needs one …"

"Aye, Mr Potter," said Florean, reaching under, he got a glass of orange liquid and gave it to Petunia. "Here you are. That would be eleven Sickles, please."

Petunia grabbed the glass out of the other man's glass and drink the liquid, greedily, not wanting to feel that vomit taste in her mouth and throat anymore. Swallowing a mouthful of the liquid, her eyes widen and then she began to bend a bit and then coughed.

"Petunia!" exclaimed Vernon. He turned to glare at the ice cream man. "What did you put in her drink, you ruddy freak?!"

"Nothing, sir," spat Florean, highly offended.

"Dad," whined Dudley, pointing to a blue ice cream, 'Bubblegummo'. "I want that ice cream."

Getting the ice cream and paying the ice cream, Dudley greedily licked the blue ice cream and it went pop, pop, pop, and pop in his mouth and on his tongue. Eyes widen and mouth dropped open, his tongue sticking out, he looked down at his tongue and saw the ice cream popping on his tongue. It didn't hurt him or anything. He was just shocked. And the popping tinkled his tongue.

Vernon turned sharply to his son. "What's wrong, Dud?" asked Vernon, gently.

"It's popping in my pop like candies do," answered Dudley in an awe voice, acting like a toddler or kid who found something new and awesome-like.

"What?" asked Vernon, sharply.

"It tastes like candy, too," said Dudley, his eyes wide. "Yum." And he started licking and eating it quickly.

Eyeing his son warily for a minute, the heavier man turned back to his wife. "Are you ok, dear?" asked Vernon.

"I am fine, Vernon," said Petunia, looking down at her orange drink.

"Here, I'll throw that – that drink away for you, dear," said Vernon, his hand out, waiting for the drink.

"NO!" shouted Petunia, hastily. "I mean, no. No, it's ok." She added in a gentler tone, gripping her glass tightly.

Vernon looked at Petunia closely. "What is this drink," said Vernon, loudly, pointing an accusing finger at the glass of orange liquid.

"It's Pumpkin Juice," said Harry and Florean.

Vernon grimaced. Oh honestly. Pumpkin Juice? See, that's just another reason why these freaks are freaks. Who in their great, normal minds, would drink Pumpkin Juice?! Honestly! Vernon turned back to Florean, gave the wizard a glare and then turned to Harry. "Well?!" spat Vernon, spit flying towards the younger man's face. "Lets go and get your freaks things." He shudder and grimaced as he said the word 'freaks'.

"Now, see here, sir," started Florean, offended.

The door opened, making everyone stop talking, and the Dursleys to flinch. Great. More freaks in the same room/store as them. Disgusting. Harry turned around and saw a shorter girl with misty blue eyes and long blonde hair.

"Luna?" asked Harry. "What are you doing here?" He went to hug his girlfriend from last year.

"Hello Harry," said Luna, her eyes glassy and her voice distant and misty-sound. "How are you? What are you doing here?"

"Eh, I'm with my relative," said Harry, slowly. "They want me to show them around." His voice was incredulous. "What are you doing here?"

"Ice Cream, of course," said the Ravenclaw.

"The regular, Luna?" asked Florean.

"Yes, thank you," said Luna, turning her blue glassy eyes towards the ice cream man.

"The freak has a girlfriend," stated Dudley, his eyes wide and his voice incredulous and sounding stupid; stating something that was so obvious.

The freak has a girlfriend! thought Dudley, incredulously. And she's hot! His jaws almost dropped open.

Luna turned to the Dursleys. "You do know that the Nepcat is circling around you, right?" asked Luna, conversationally. "Do you know that Nepcats are really jealous and have a temper worse than a volcano? It's fascinating, isn't it?" She grabbed her ice cream. "I see leaptags are also around you." She tilted her head a bit to the side. "Do you know that leaptags are born full with greed? You're surrounded with them you know." She spoke conversationally. "Well, bye, Harry. Dursleys. Florean. Nepcats. Leaptags." She walked out the store in a daze.

"What in blazes Hell is NEPCATS and LEAPTAGS?!?!" shouted Vernon, spit flying on Harry's face.

"I don't know!" said Harry. "Luna is always like that! Talking about creatures that doesn't exist or that other people can't see. Ok, let's go!"

"The girl is a menace!" growled Vernon, his face a nice pink color. "Talking about ruddy nonsenses!" He snorted.

"The girl is a freak!" added Petunia. "Have you seen the way the girl dressed?" She shook her head.

"The girl's hot!" said Dudley, his eyes widening. "But weird."

— With Ginny —

"No-Name," grunted an Auror in front of young Ginny No-Name's cell in Azkaban. "A letter arrived for you." She threw the letter at Ginny and left.

Standing up hastily, picking up, and reading the letter, she frowned and then ripped the letter into pieces. The letter was from her grandparents and they weren't happy. They told her not to contact them anymore. Then told her that she had the nerve to contact them after everything was out in the open and that she haven't contacted them in years and now she wanted them to help her? Is she mental? They have no granddaughter, that she has no right to contact them. Whatever happens to her, don't contact them. They don't want to be known to be having contact with a hooker. They don't want to ruin their reputation by having it known that they have some sort of contact with a Ginerva Virginia No-Name.

Ripping the letter into pieces, she screamed and threw the pieces in the air. She went to the bar that kept her from escaping, held on it with two hands, yelling and screaming, "Let Me out! I don't fucking belong here!" and cursing every few sentences. "Sodding bastards!" She huffed angrily as she 'delicately' sat on the nasty, smelly, dirty, old mattress that was supposedly her bed.

— With Fudge and Umbridge —

Minutes of gasping and breathing wildly later, Fudge propped up on his elbow and looked down at Umbridge. "Ok, Delores," panted Fudge. "That was nice. Good. You can leave now."

Turning to face him, she scream. "WHAT?!"

"You can leave now," repeated Fudge.

"B-but – " started the stammering woman.

"Just go," said Fudge, tiredly.

"What?!" demanded the woman, angrily, her hands on her hips as best as she can while half sitting and half lying on the bed. "How dare you make me sound like – like a – a – a cheap whore like that No-Name whore?!" She yelled.

"You are a cheap whore," grunted Fudge, tiredly. "You both are. Although, Ginny, at least, knows what she's doing."

Umbridge gasped in outrage. "How dare you?!" shouted Umbridge. "After what I just gave you!"

"The suckiest sex I have ever have in my life?"

Umbridge glared at him. "I don't have to stay here and listen to you question about my sexual experiences!" huffed Umbridge, leaving the bed and gathering her clothes.

Fudge stared at her while she was dressing boredly. "You're right, you don't," said Fudge. "Now get lost. Oh. Wait." He opened a drawer and took out five Knuts and threw it in her direction. "There's five Knuts. Go buy yourself a little something nice. And thank you for your 'services' for today."

Lips quivering and eyes gathering tears, Umbridge popped out of the house and reappeared to her place. "This is all that No-Name's fault!" wailed Umbridge, miserably. "And Cornelius'! And that Skeeter woman!" She added after a second thought. "I HATE THEM!!" She shrilled out.

— In Diagon Alley With Harry & The Dursleys —

The day in the Diagon Alley with the Dursleys were horrible and embarrassing! In the Muggle World, they tried their absolute best to act and look normal, to which they actually come off as rude, mean, and lying snobs. Then in the Wizarding World, in the Diagon Alley, you have three Muggle freaks. Wizards and Witches heard/seen grunts, whimpers, moans/groans, screams, shrills, sneers, rudeness, surprises, shocks, etc.

After Gringotts, Harry and the Dursleys went in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Harry had grown quite a bit. The Dursleys were surprised to see so many robes and cloaks. And a measure type that measures people without anyone holding it up! Then in the book store, Flourish and Blotts, the three Dursleys were surprised that many books were stacked on the ceiling – it's on the ceiling for goodness' sake! Vernon's eyes caught a big black book that was called 'How to Kill Muggles Without Being Seen', his eyes went white and he went pale like a ghost. His eyes moved around the shop, quickly, like he was expecting a couple of freaks to jump out from somewhere and kill them right on the spot.

A few minutes later, the group left the shop, Harry was slightly red in the face. His uncle yelled "Hurry up, boy!" quite a few times and loudly. Then, they made their way to the Cauldron shop. While Harry was reading his list for Cauldrons and looking through all of the Cauldrons that they had in the store, Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley huddled around each other, and stood in the middle of the shop, not touching anything. For goodness' sakes! They just saw a black Cauldron have a stick in it and was stirring around on its own! WITHOUT any human contact! By the Gods, the Dursleys will have to go to the doctor and then to the Hospital when they are out of this – this – alley place.

Bing. The door opened and they saw two tall figures at the door. They walked in the store and the Dursleys recognized that it was those twins that gave Dudley a twelve-feet tongue! Dudley yelped, closed his mouth and covered his mouth with his large hands then he hid behind his parents and pushed them a bit forward. It was his way to saying, 'Don't get me! Get them! You can have them!'

"Oi! Harry!" said George, cheerfully.

"What are you doing here, mate?" asked Fred and George, cheerfully.

"I needed new cauldrons for school," said Harry. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to …" started George.

"Buy new Cauldrons …" said Fred.

"To invent more pranks!" George.

"A few of our …" started Fred.

"Old Cauldrons exploded and the …" said George.

"Others are too dirty, don't …" said Fred.

"Want the pranks to be contaminated!" said the Weasley twins in unison.

"Oh," was Harry's smart reply.

"'Ello there!" greeted the Weasley twins, smiling from ear-to-ear at the Dursleys.

Dudley yelped, Petunia gave a small scream, and Vernon glared.

"How are you?" said Fred.

No answer.

"Candy?" asked George, taking out some bright wrapped candies. "Pranks?" He took out a small box of pranks from his pockets. "Gums?" He showed them some ugly and bright colored gums.

Dudley yelped again and covered his mouth even tighter, shaking his head frantically. Petunia looked fearfully at the box, candies and gums, like it was about to come alive and eat them up or something. Vernon glared at the twins and at the treats.

"Well, ok then," said the twins. "We have to go. See ya, Harry. Glad you fixed your tongue, kid." They winked at Dudley's pale face and slipped out of the Cauldron Shop, whistling merrily.

"Good guys those Weasleys," said the shop owner, shaking her head fondly. "Good and popular business they ran too. Popular than the Zonko's now."

"Wait a minute," said Petunia, disgustingly. "You mean to tell me – us – that those – those freaks –" She hissed out. "– owns their own shop?! You mean to tell me – us – that they are successful?" She spat out disgustingly an.

Apothecary was the next store that they had to go. As soon as they passed the door, the Dursleys held their noses, tightly.

This place smells worse than that Leaky place! thought Vernon, becoming slightly red in the face, again.

"Hurry up, boy!" rasped out Vernon, still clutching his delicate nose. "Get your freaky things and lets get out of here!"

Petunia looked around and paled when she saw some things in bottles. Like eyeballs. Dead spiders, small black wings, claws, feathers, fangs, etc. Dudley looked on in awe. That. Is. So. Cool! You always wanted to see those things, but you don't – but here he is! And this is sweet!

Harry didn't say anything. He was too busy picking up his supplies. Since this is his last year, he has some extra potion ingredients to pick buy. He also needed to buy two feathers of each species that the store has. Ringing it up, this year's of potion supplies cost a bit more than fifty Galleons. And it was a lot. Normally, it was only eight Galleons, three Sickles, and a Knut.

"Good bye, Mr Potter," said the cashier wizard, tilting his head. "Be careful with the potion ingredients now. They are highly explosive if used incorrectly." The wizard and Harry didn't noticed what Petunia and Vernon flinched at one of the Forbidden Words in the Dursleys family. "Good day to you."

Leaving the store, Vernon mumbled to Petunia about how horrible and smelly it was in there. And how the freak in there could buy some air freshers. Honestly. Does he want business for his freakiness things or not? Walking towards Eeylops Owl Emporium, Harry remembered that he needed to buy Hedwig, his snow white owl, some food. All three Dursleys flinched at the sudden noises in the shop when they went through the door. Vernon and Petunia had a nasty sneer on his face. A shop for owls? A shop that sells owl food and supplies? Ridiculous!

The Dursleys, well, two out of three, waited impatiently; Petunia took one last sip of her Pumpkin Juice before throwing it in the garbage while Vernon watched her carefully, wanting to see if the drink was spike with – with – it, was affecting her in anyway. Dudley left the protection of his parents to see the pets, mostly owls with warnings of his dear old dad, "DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING, SON!!" He always find his way back to a small white dog. The dog has green eyes that can shift to different colors. Even the dog's fur can do the same. The second time he 'passed' the dog, he saw that the dog had bright blue fur. Blue. Cool!

Then, they went to Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC, as soon as the Dursleys read the sign, they made haste saying that they're going to wait outside of the shop. They will be standing in front of the window, so the boy better hurry up! Why don't they entered a wand shop? Well, Dudley, such a lovable and sweet boy, had once got a pig's tail … by a pink umbrella, yes, but still a WAND shop?! Where he'll be in a room with more than ONE wand, which could OBVIOUSLY do MORE and DANGEROUS, possibly PERMANENT magic than an umbrella; and you wonder why they would allow their popular boy in that shop? Barking mad you are!

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, thought Vernon, imagining a clock ticking and tocking as he and his lovely, normal family waited for the boy to hurry the Hell up!

Luna went by them. "Hello," said Luna, sweetly, her eyes dazed, and her voice far-away. She opened the door and went in the Wand Shop.

"Freak," muttered Vernon.

"Unpopular, unimportant, unstylish," said Petunia, her nose high in the air. That girl has such a weird style of clothing!

"Hot," said Dudley, drooling.

— The Ministry of Magic —

Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt was busy and angry as Hell all Summer long. Not only he had pile and pile of papers and documents in his office concerning the Trials, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and papers concerning the Wizengamot, blah-blah-blah, but also the papers and documents of Cornelius Fudge's dealing. Both, his 'shares' of money and his laziness of doing his job probably. As soon as Shacklebolt found a way to open Fudge's private paper drawers, it was filled with papers and documents. They were papers from the day before the Trials to years ago!

Even without Fudge before the boss of him, that fat-lump-of-a-man managed to get him to work over-time! Once again, since the day that the Wizengamot voted for him to be the new Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt cursed the name of Cornelius Fudge, and the name of Delores Umbridge – He's positive that the toad had something to do with this. Fudge isn't the only one to blame, most of it is the man's fault though.

Bastard, thought Shacklebolt, in a foul mood.

— With the Dursleys —

"That was the most horrible experience I have ever had in my entire life!" boomed Vernon when the Dursleys were safely in the comfort of their house. "You freaks are absolute freaks! The place is disgusting!"

"Well, no one asked you to come," mumbled Harry, his hands and arms fulled of bags.

"What was that boy?!" snapped Vernon and Petunia.

"Nothing, nothing," said Harry, hastily. "I'll be in my room." He left the room, quickly with his bags, leaving some of the bags that belong to his Aunt Petunia on the floor.

Vernon grunted and then he saw the bags of things that his wife wanted to buy. Why she wanted to buy those – those – freaks' clothing, dresses to be more precise, is beyond him. It was made by freaks and for the freaks. He sneered.

Those dresses better not have some sort of – of charms, spellies, or potions thingies on them, thought Vernon with a sneer.

Announcing that she's going to put away her new dresses, Petunia also went upstairs with two bags that has her new and pretty dresses on. It looks so darling on her! She squealed and tried a few of them on, again.

As freaks as they are, they know how to design a proper dress, thought Petunia, satisfied with the results. Oooh, I can't wait to wear this at the Tea Room with the other ladies! They're going to be so jealous! She thought, smugly to herself.

When her much lovable and popular son, Dudley, went to play with one of his best friends, Piers Polkiss and the others, she knew – or rather thought, that they were playing tea party. She has no idea that her son and his friends lead a bully parade all around the blocks. Stealing, smoking, swearing, bullying, offensive graffitis, breaking and entering, beating up people, etc is because of Dudley. Dudley, being 'The Big Man' is the leader plus he started the 'club' in the first place. Afterwards though, he just got his friends to do his dirty work while he talk, walk, drink, smoke, have fun, and watch the entertainment.

Anyways, while her handsome boy was out having tea with his sweet friends and her husband was at Grunnings, working, she's out with the ladies, in the Tea Room or in the back yard, having some tea and wine, biscuits, and gossiping. Petunia was very loud in her opinions, never knowing that her son caused the most trouble around the neighborhood or that is the leader of the bullies' club.

Such a sweet boy, thought Petunia, sighing at the thought of her lovely boy, proud that she and Vernon have raised such a sweet, strong, and handsome boy. He's the proud and joy of their lives.

Every time when the other ladies mentioned their own sons or daughters, Petunia will always be the first to comment on her own son. Like when someone mentioned, "My son/daughter are so sweet and thoughtful." Petunia would comment, "My Dudders are even more so." Before sipping on her glass delicately. Petunia would jump to Dudley's friends and will go on and on how sweet Dudley's friends are. Any of those who aren't friends with Dudley got a, "They're fine, I suppose." With a bored sigh as if saying, "I am bored with this conversation, ladies."

Dudley raced to the couch, reached for the remote, and turned on the telly, watching one of his favorite shows. Then he continued to ignore everything and everyone, but the couch, the telly, the remote, and any aroma of food.

Mumbling about how this was the freakiest day of his entire left, Vernon laid down on the couch with the newspaper in hand. He mumbled about that he will have to schedule an appointment with his family doctor before heading to the hospital and he would do so the first thing tomorrow. Nodding to himself, he opened his newspaper and began to read.

— At the Burrow —

At the Burrow, everything was quiet. There was no laughter, no playing, and no pranks. The only noises at the Burrow were coughs, sneezes, pots and pans banging together, the clock, and some creaks around the house, stairs, and rooms. The Weasley's family clock was changed a bit; Ginny's pointer and name was taken out of the clock. It took them a whole month before some other noises were heard in the Burrow.

Ginny's room was redecorated and bare, completely white. Molly was thinking about making the room – which everyone now called 'The Room' – into a baby room. When she told her family, her sons thought she was pregnant, and Ron asked how could she be pregnant at her age? Which earned him a slap behind the head. Molly told the family that the room should be for her grandchildren. Hearing that, her sons spat out their food/drink all around the table.

A couple of sons started to say that they're too young to have and think about kids. That Molly is thinking too far ahead. Molly corrected them saying that Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George are old enough with her arms crossed. And saying that Bill is married. Why can't they?

Then Ron had to say something like, "Mum, it's not like all of them are going to live in here," said Ron. "Why would you want a baby room for?"

"I'm expecting my sons to visit my once every week, Ronald," said Molly. "Or every day. When you have kids, you better visit me once in a while. And you will do so. Right?"

Sure, Ron is the smartest guy out there, but he knows what to say to his mum to get her off of his back. So he nodded, quickly and Molly beamed at him, the mood in her kitchen changed from eerily silence to cheerful.

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A/N: Magicolo, the ice cream that makes you levitate with every bite and makes you float, just an inch or two off of the ground with every lick.
Luckster, the ice cream that is made with Luck Potion!
Bubblegummo, the ice cream that creates instant bubbles in your mouth and pops! Similar to Fizz Wizz

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