Harry's flirt floo trip was not as it was expected. He had ended up in a very bad part of the famous street, surrounded by mummified limbs and dead, cottoned stuff animal bodies. Strangers approached him, and he thought he was doomed when a familiar red bird came into his rescue.

"Ruby!" Harry said with a smile as the bird let out a loud screech, scaring away a woman who was too close to Harry. "It's so good to see you."

The bird kept flapping her wings slowly, staying close to the boy just as a familiar tall figure approached.

"Harry?" Hagrid asked. "What are you doing here? And why are you with Ruby?"

The Phoenix flew higher before landing on the half-giant's shoulder who fed her a treat.

"I…I used the floo power…to get to the Diagon Alley but somehow" he looked behind him and then at Hagrid.

"Oh, I see. Yes, floo power can be tricky. Thankfully you are only a few crates away. Come on" he said and motioned with his hand for Harry to follow.

"What are you doing here, Hagrid?"

"Oh, I came here on Dumbledore business. Have to pick up some stuff" he explained vaguely.

Suddenly, someone hugged Harry out of the blue. "Everyone's been so worried."

"Hermione!" the boy exclaimed, once he realized who was hugging me.

"Well, Harry. I will let you go now. You are in good hands" Hagrid said and watched as Hermione lead him towards Gringotts.

Ruby had already taken flight, returning to her owner first who quickly noticed the duo. "You are awesome, you know that girl?" she said with a smile, petting her head.

After she had sent Ruby to search for Harry, the Weasleys had bumped on Hermione and her muggle parents who had also come to buy what they needed. Mr Weasly quickly got into his excited mode, bombarding them with questions.

"So, you're dentists! Fascinating! I understand other Muggles quite fear you? Why is that?"

His wife, however, noticed the boy approaching. "Oh, Harry. Thank goodness. We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. Come now. We're off to Flourish and Blotts"

The boy gave a nod, and the group moved towards their destination. Our golden quarter fell in a line, just as Hermione started to speak over her latest obsession.

"Isn't it thrilling! Gilderoy Lockhart's going to be there! We can actually meet him! I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

"Who?" the boy asked with a frown.

"A big diva" Aurora commented as they entered the shop.

Inside, a crowd had been gathered along with reporters. On top of a small stage, a handsome, golden-haired wizard with stunning pearl-white teeth. He smiled and then winked at the camera.

Harry and the others thread their way through a chattering crowd of middle-aged ladies, all craning their necks for a view of Lockhart, who sat signing books at the rear of the shop. At the sight of him, Mrs Weasley pats her hair.

"There he is!" she said.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Mum fancies him."

This earned him a jab on the shoulder by his mother, causing Aurora to chuckle. Suddenly, they were all pushed aside by a short man with a camera.

"Out of the way! This is for The Daily Prophet!" he said, moving past the crowd.

Instantly, Lockhart looked up, flashed a smile, when...It can't be Harry Potter?"

The crowd whispered excitedly as Lockhart dived forward towards the group. Aurora immediately hit her presence behind George, earning a raised eyebrow from the twins. She didn't reply. Instead, she spied from the opening between Mr Weasley's arm and torso as the wizard diva seized Harry's hand and turned him toward the photographer.

"Nice big smile, Harry. Together, you and I rate the front page" she whispered to him as the camera flashed. "Ladies and gentlemen! What an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me - which, incidentally is celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop The Daily Prophet's Bestseller List - he had no idea that he would be leaving with my entire collected works! Free of charge!"

The crowd started to clap, praising Lockhart for his generosity while Aurora made disgusted and gagging faces from her hiding place. Suddenly, a towering stack of books was slammed into his arms, mortifying him.

"Thank you" he mumbled quietly. Slipping free, Harry drifted back into the crowd and, red with embarrassment dropped the books into Ginny's cauldron. "You have these. I'll buy my own –"

He was interrupted by a familiar voice and a sneer. "Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Draco said, approaching him. "Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

Aurora's anger quickly flared, but before she could say something, Ginny interfered.

"Leave him alone! He didn't want all that!"

"Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend!"

Before more words could be exchanged, a man cladded in black robes approached. Holding a short walking stick as a sign of nobility, he possessed the same platinum blond long hair as Draco had.

He carried himself with an air of royalty as if he was someone way above everyone else. Someone of importance.

"Silence, Draco! Ah... Mr Potter. I don't believe we've met. Lucius Malfoy" he said and extended his hand as if he was offering his hand to Harry. However, he gently placed his fingers over the fringe of Harry's scalp, revealing Harry's lightning bolt scar.

Suddenly, Aurora slapped his hand and shocked everyone. Harry withdrew back slightly, and Aurora stood protectively in front of him.

"For someone of your standard, more manners should be expected," she said, narrowing her blue eyes at him.

He rubbed his hand slightly, looked down at the girl. However, his attention went to the legendary bird on her shoulder, who seemed to eye him carefully and showing she was not trusting him at all.

"You must be Ms Dumbledore. I see why Draco constantly spoke of you" he said, trying to hide the annoyance and other words he wished to say for the barbaric behaviour on his self. His son's ear quickly turned pink, and he looked the other way, just as Aurora looked at him with a lifted eyebrow. "Forgive me, Mr Potter. But your scar is a legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."

"He was a murderer." the boy commented.

"Yes, a pity about your parents. Curious that you yourself should escape with a mere flesh wound. Curious, too, that you speak of him in the past. Surely, you don't think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone forever."

"His name is Voldemort."

Everyone around Harry gasped except the female Dumbledore who smirked.

"You must be very brave, Mr Potter, to dare speak his name. Or foolish"

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione said, butting into the conversation.

Lucius Malfoy's eyes slide find Hermione staring defiantly next to Aurora.

"You must be Miss Granger. Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. Muggles, aren't you?"

Mr and Mrs Granger nod nervously while the wizard could barely disguise his distaste for them. Thankfully, Arthur Weasley hurried over.

"Ron! Harry! Aurora! It's mad in here. Let's go outside" he said but was stopped by the intimidating wizard.

"Well, well, well – Arthur Weasley"

"Lucius"

"Busy time at the Ministry. All those raids. I hope they're paying you overtime" he said and reached into Ginny's cauldron, removing an ancient, battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. "Obviously not. Dear me. What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it."

"We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Lucius."

Lucius glanced at the Grangers. "Clearly. The company you keep, Weasley. And I thought your family could sink no lower."

Mr Weasly was about to move when Aurora stood between the two men. "How dare you speak of company? You must have forgotten the company your family had in the last wizarding war" she said and smirked. "Of course you must have. Been quite some time since they were thrown into Azkaban for choosing the wrong side."

A few gasps came from the company. Mr Weasley and the twins smirked, the said boys even making some whispering comments about the burn she had just dropped.

Lucius fake smirk turned into a snarl that mimicked the one his son had. Placing his cane on Draco's shoulder, he ensured to keep back the now angry boy who was less patient to insults than his father.

With a cold glare, he leaned his head slightly to tower over her short childish form. "I see the manners of the Dumbledore have skipped a generation."

"Better for something to skip a generation that continuing like it seems to happen with your family."

"Watch it Dumbledore or else-" Draco said, but the cane on his shoulder increased in pressure.

"Now, now, Draco. There is no need to start a fight. Ms Dumbledore is simply speaking of the past which I advise to let go, for her own good of course."

She narrowed her eyes at the last of his words, Ruby getting uneasy and ready to pound. Both could hear the threat he so casually tossed but also disguised. However, before they could, Mr Weasley placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, everyone. Let's go get some fresh air" he said as Lucius tossed Ginny's textbook back into her cauldron.

"Here, girl. Take your book. It's the best your father can give you" with those words, the two Malfoy excited while Aurora made different hand gestures at them.

"Damn. They made you angry for good" George commented.

During the summer, she had taught both boys about different human gestures and sign language. All showing curses or bad words that muggles used to insult each other during arguments or before fights.