Well, here is the updated version on chapter three. I have also re-updated the previous chapters due to spelling complaints. I used another website called grammarly (it does cost!). Turns out my spelling was pretty good, my grammar on the other hand was terrible. But all of that should be fixed now, or at least most of it should be fixed.
And remember, word count doesn't include the AN. If anyone wants to beta for this story please pm me.
THIS IS A SLASH STORY!
word count then: 7,030
Word count now:7,469
Updated as of December 21st, 2017
'Harry's Thoughts' letters and such $parsletounge$
I Hope you all enjoy :)
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Harry woke up in a strange room and immediately jumped out of the bed he had slept in that night. Looking around, Harry noticed his school supplies sitting on the floor. The sight of them brought the events of the previous day back to the front of his mind. Harry sat down on the bed and thought about all of the new information running through his head. Or he at least attempted to.
He hoped that he would now be able to have a loving family. Ones who didn't lock him in a cupboard while attempting to starve and beat the freakishness out of him. A low growl brought Harry out of his inner thoughts. 'Well,' Harry looked at his tummy, 'I'm hungry.'
Poking his head out of the door, he looked around. The moving pictures seemed to be asleep, which Harry counted as a plus. He didn't want to deal with them just yet. Harry walked as quietly as he could down to the kitchen. When Harry arrived, he saw the lady, Madam Bones, from the day before.
Amelia spotted him, "Good morning Harry. Come sit down and eat breakfast." Harry eyed the table with the plate of pancakes on it. 'Maybe just one pancake,' Harry thought as he saw the butter melting down its golden side. Resolving his internal dilemma, Harry sat down and put a pancake on his plate and eyed the syrup.
Amelia chuckled, "Harry you can put whatever you want on your pancakes. You can also have as many as you want."
Harry's eyes widened at Amelia. Without giving it a second thought, he grabbed another pancake and proceeded to drown them in syrup. Harry didn't know when he would get the opportunity to have pancakes again, so he might as well enjoy it while he could.
Once he was a couple of bites in Amelia spoke again, "I took the next couple of days off so we can get everything done. Tomorrow we are going back to Gringotts to get your core unblocked. After that, you will do the inheritance test assuming nothing goes wrong with the unblocking of your core. I assure you it is nothing in depth, in fact, it is just a couple of drops of blood." Harry nodded his head to show he was following along while stuffing his mouth with another bite of his pancakes. The only thing he cared about at that moment was food.
Amelia thought about what was next on her list. She had another list of places they needed to go to later that day. The first thing was to go to the eye place the Goblins had talked about in their meeting. She had already made an appointment for Harry. Next was trunk shopping and then the clothing store. It was then that Amelia started wondering if Harry even had all of his school supplies.
"Okay. Harry, today we are going to go shopping. I wanted to go through your school supplies to see what you have gotten and to make a list of what you still need to get. I know we need to get you a trunk, I didn't see one yesterday. I also made an appointment to get your eyes checked in two hours. So I suggest you finish your breakfast so we can get started with today.
After that, Harry tucked into his food with gusto.
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Amelia now had a list of things to get after going through Harry's school supplies. He needed just about everything. Whoever took him shopping had told him to get potion ingredients that well past their expiration date. He had bought a cracked cauldron and an off-balanced scale. He didn't have any formal or everyday robes. He didn't even have proper shoes to wear, just some old trainers that were apparently too big for him. In fact, Harry had only paid a total of 53 galleons on his school supplies. His robes and books took the majority of that.
To make matters worse, Harry had kept apologizing over and over again. Amelia had to reassure Harry that it wasn't his fault and that he was going to get everything he needed today.
Luckily enough she was done fifteen minutes before nine rolled around. She barely had time to explain How floo travel worked before sending Harry to Opal's Eyes.
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Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and into a clean tile floor. He now had another form of magical traveling that he didn't like. At least this one didn't make him nauseous. Before he had the chance to right himself he heard a frantic voice, "Mr. Potter are you okay. Come on let's get you up." The woman grabbed his arm and pulled Harry up off the floor.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled embarrassed about the whole ordeal.
"Not to worry Mr. Potter, I fell flat the first couple of times I used the floo network. Well, come on. Let's get started." The woman pulled Harry into a back room and told him to sit down. After Harry sat down, the eye lady subjected him to various spells that made his eyes tingle. The process took a total of fifteen minutes before Harry was pulled back out into the waiting room where Amelia was looking at different glasses.
"Hello Madam Bones," the eye lady greeted Amelia, "I am done with the examination. Unfortunately, Mr. Potter's eyes are to far go to use a restorative vision drought. He does need new glasses though. The muggle ones are the wrong prescription and are just ghastly on him, sorry dear." The last bit she had redirected to Harry.
Harry nodded his head after all his current glasses came from a dollar store bin. Harry agreed with the eye lady, "That's okay Miss. Is there a difference between muggle glasses and magical glasses." Harry was already getting a pair; he just wanted to know the difference.
"Well magical glasses adjust to your eyes, so you only need to come in once. They have anti-glare, anti-scratch, and the unbreakable charms," the eye lady informed Harry.
Harry though on that for a moment before asking, "If the glasses change the prescription to match your eyesight all the time, then why did we do the exam?"
The lady answered, "The exam is to make sure you don't have any other problems with your eyes. I also checked to see if we could use a potion that would fix your eyes. Sadly, your eyesight is to go far to fix."
Harry nodded, "Okay, thank you for answering my question. Is it alright if I look around for a bit?"
"Of course Mr. Potter."
Smiling Harry looked around the store trying on various glasses before settling on some black square frames. He didn't want anything that resembled a circle again. "Miss, I would like these." Harry showed the shop lady.
"Of course Mr. Potter. If you would like for 25 galleons more, we can have the shade charm so with a tap of your wand you can have sunglasses also." Harry decided that he was going to spoil himself today, so he agreed to the extra charms. Using his money bag, Harry paid for his new and improved glasses.
Harry was happy now that he was able to see everything properly.
"Come on Harry; we should go get your trunk now." Amelia ushered Harry out of the eyewear store and down the street to a trunk and luggage shop. Harry had no time to look around him as Amelia rushed him from the first outlet to the next one.
"Welcome, how can I help you today," and older man smiled jovially.
"Hello, Harry here needs a trunk for school. It needs at least four separate compartments. A library, an office, a wardrobe, and another for storing all of his school supplies." Amelia supplied. As she listed off the different compartments she ticked them with her fingers, almost like she was counting.
"Very well, Mr. Harry if you will follow me I will show you to our multi-compartment trunks." Amelia stayed behind to allow Harry to pick whichever one struck his fancy.
Harry followed the older man to the back of the store.
"Now is there anything you are interested in?" The older man asked.
Harry thought about it and said, "Well I would like to have a room also, just in case something happens."
The older man chuckled, "A very smart decision. Are there any subjects that peak your interest?"
Harry thought about what he knew so far, which was very little, but potions and herbology seemed fascinating to him. Harry told the shopkeeper just as much.
"Then I would suggest a deluxe trunk. I can make the trunk to your specifications, but I believe there might be a trunk in here that should fit your requirements." The shopkeeper started looking around at the various trunks that the shop owner displayed in the shop before backtracking to an all black trunk.
"I believe this one has everything you want. Let's see; it has seven compartments; a library, a study, a one bedroom apartment, a potions lab, a greenhouse, a ritual room, and an expanded storage area. All of the compartments are connected, so you don't have to get out of the trunk just to go to another section. The trunk has a feather-light charm, shrinking charm, and antitheft charm. We can change the colors if you want as well."
Harry wasn't sure if he wanted it, it was probably costly. He was about to say no when he remembered he promised to spoil himself today. The only problem was that it seemed like a custom job, "Well it sounds amazing and all, but are you sure that someone else didn't want it?"
"The person who ordered this decided to add more compartments, and we needed to make a brand new trunk to accommodate what they wanted." The shopkeeper assured Harry.
Harry thought for a second before asking, "But isn't this a bit much for an eleven-year-old?"
"It might be a bit much now, but when you get older, I am sure you are going to appreciate all of the amenities."
Finding no reason to say no Harry decided to get it, "Okay but can you change the color to a dark brown and add my initials and family coat of arms to it?"
"Of course. That will take about fifteen minutes to make the changes. What is your family name?"
Harry knew that something was going to happen if he said his last name, but seeing no way around it if he wanted his trunk done. "Potter sir."
The shopkeeper stared at him for a good minute before breaking himself out of his awe, "Very well Mr. Potter. Can you please tell me your middle initial."
"J sir." Harry smiled at the older man.
"Would you like to pay for your trunk now or after the changes have are made?" The shopkeeper asked him.
"I would like to pay now sir," Harry wanted to get this done so he could get the rest of his supplies.
"Very well Mr. Potter. Your total is 1,227 galleons. It only cost so much because of the extra compartments."
Harry smiled at him again, "It's not a problem sir." Grabbing his bank bag, Harry proceeded to take out the correct amount of money for his new trunk.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. If you would like to wait in the front of the store, I shall have your trunk done in fifteen minutes." Harry nodded to the man and left to rejoin Amelia.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Amelia asked Harry once she spotted him.
"Yes, Madam Bones. The shopkeeper is just changing the color and adding some stuff to the outside of it. I also already paid so we can get on to the next thing."
"Harry you can call me Amelia if you want to. I still can't believe that whoever took you shopping yesterday didn't get you a trunk." Amelia finished in a huff.
"Well, Hagrid did seem to be in a hurry." Harry tried to defend the overly tall man.
Amelia paused and took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to explode about the incompetence of Dumbledore and his minions. She also didn't want to scare Harry.
"They should have sent someone more qualified. Either way, we are here now." Amelia calmed herself some more.
After ten minutes the shopkeeper came out with Harry's trunk, "Mr. Potter I made the changes that you asked for earlier. I do have to tell you that we don't furnish any of the rooms. I would suggest going to Willow's furniture. They are a bit more expensive, but they have some of the best quality items. I hope you have a wonderful day Mr. Potter, Madam Bones."
Amelia nodded towards the shopkeeper, "You have a good day to sir."
Harry waved goodbye before making his way out of the shop with Madam Bones following him, "Where are we going next Madam Bones?"
"Well, I think we should go to Twilfitt and Tattings for your new wardrobe seeing as how the clothes won't be ready after you get fitted. After that, I figured we could do the furniture store. Then we can do the apothecary shop followed by the bookstore. once we get that far, we can figure out where to go to next."
Harry nodded his head and followed Amelia towards the better robe shop. Harry was happy that the glasses and trunk store had only taken a combined half hour. If there were one thing he liked about the magical world so far, it would be the efficiency of getting stuff done. Although Harry had a feeling some of these shops would take a bit longer, then he would want them to.
Twilfitt and Tattings was located near the entrance to a side alley. Looking down, Harry was curious as to what kind of shops lay down there.
Before Harry could do anything Amelia grabbed his shoulder, "You don't want to go down there Harry, at least not right now. You are too young. There are dangerous people and a lot of illegal activities that happen in that alley. Maybe when you are sixteen, you and your friends could venture down, although I suggest you bring an adult with you."
Harry looked up at her surprised. Thinking about it, He realized that every country had terrible people and places. So it goes to reason why wouldn't the wizarding world have some as well. Nodding to himself, Harry promised never to go down there unless he had to.
"Come on Harry," Madam Bones said drawing Harry out of his thoughts and towards the clothing store.
Walking in, Harry was bombarded with a visual array of colors and clothing styles.
"Welcome Welcome Welcome," an overtly happy attendant said from behind a counter, "How may I help you today?"
"Hello, Harry here needs a full wardrobe. If you can, dragon hides boots and gloves. Harry will need a set of formal robes with the Potter family crest. Of course, he needs school robes as well as some everyday clothes." Amelia told the attendant. She knew Harry needed an entire wardrobe and she intended to make sure that happened.
"Of course, Mr. Potter please follow me into the back so we can get your measurements done. After that we can go over different styles and colors, we can also check to see if we have your shoe size here. I do not doubt that we do." Harry followed wide-eyed behind the chatty attendant.
Arriving in the back room, Harry was directed to one of the changing stalls to undress so they could get the most accurate readings. Luckily, or maybe not so lucky for Harry, he was still able to wear his underwear. His shirt was far too big for him to wear while the measurements were taking place.
Once Harry finished undressing, he was directed to stand on a small platform. Once on the platform, an army of measuring tapes started to take his measurements. There was even a tape that measured the width of his eyes, the length of his ears, and how long his nose was. It was a little much for Harry, so he just closed his eyes and tried to take himself to his happy place. "Well aren't you just a small thing," the attendant smiled at him, "Now I am going to grab some clothes that you can wear out of here. Those you were wearing are atrocious. Is that alright Madam Bones?" The attendant asked turning to Amelia.
"That's perfect. I am just glad that Harry will have clothes that fit now." Amelia sighed.
The attendant left to another area to grab something for Harry to wear while pondering what Amelia had slipped. What did she mean this was his first time with clothes that fit. She resolved to ask; after all, Harry Potter would be the gossip of the town for the next couple of weeks.
Coming back to the fitting rooms, she handed Harry some black slacks and a cream colored shirt. She held on to the blue outer robes for when he came out. She was going to make Harry look the little heir that he was supposed to be.
Relieved Harry grabbed the clothes before rushing to the changing rooms to get dressed. He was just glad he didn't have to undress for anyone else for the rest of the day.
The attendant turned to Amelia and asked, "What did you mean earlier?"
Amelia sighed. She hadn't meant for that to slip. "I'm sorry Annalis, I can't tell you right now. Although I am sure that soon enough it will be all over the newspapers."
"Alright, well I can't wait for that to happen. I am ever so curious." Annalis, the attendant, tried to fish some more.
Scathingly Amelia replied, "Mr. Potter isn't some gossip Annalis. He is a little boy who has no family."
Annalis looked down feeling a little bit of shame, but that was soon forgotten when Harry stepped out of the dressing room. "You look positively adorable Mr. Potter. Oh and here is the outer robe."
Harry blushed and grasped the offered garment. Like the clothes he was wearing, the outer robe was a soft and very comfy material. Looking up, Harry asked, "Can I get some socks and shoes now."
"Of course Mr. Potter. our shoes and boots are located near the front right of the store." The attendant said while rushing to the front of the store with Harry and Amelia following.
"Here are some socks. Once you get them on, try these boots out for a size. We will also include your school shoes as well."
Harry grabbed the socks and sat down on the bench to put them on. Next, he grabbed the boots, slid his feet in, and walked around on little circles to get a feel for them. Harry was surprised at how comfortable they were. Harry looked up and smiled, "These feel amazing. Can I keep them on?"
The attendant laughed, "You can keep everything you are wearing on. Now do you want to pick out your clothes or do you want to leave that up to us?"
"Can you do it? I'm not sure what to look at or get." Harry asked shyly. He mostly didn't want to be in the clothes store all day.
"That won't be a problem. Now you should pay for what you are wearing and when you come in to get the rest of your clothing you can pay for those then. I should be done tomorrow if that is alright with you."
Harry looked towards Amelia. Amelia smiled at Harry before answering for him, "We have a couple of things to do tomorrow, but we should be able to pick them up."
"Alrighty then, well here is another shirt, so you don't have to wear that one tomorrow. You can also take home the socks and underwear today. Your total this time is 56 galleons and four sickles."
Harry proceeded to pay while Amelia put the new clothing inside of Harry's trunk.
"Thank you Annalis. Oh, can you also pick out some PJs?" Amelia asked happy that she remembered that.
"Of course Amelia," The attendant smiled at her old classmate.
"Have a good day Mr. Potter, and we will see you tomorrow." The attendant said goodbye to them. Harry smiled and nodded his head to her before leaving.
Harry found wizarding fashion strange, but still reasonably comfortable.
Once they were outside Amelia looked down at Harry. "So Harry, I thought we could get something to eat if you're up to it."
Harry smiled up at Amelia. After their busy morning, his pancake energy was starting to wear off. "Okay, but can we have sandwiches? I was never allowed to have one, and my cousin always took the one I got at school." Harry thought about all the times he had to make sandwiches for his relatives. He remembered wanting to try all of the different kinds of meats and cheeses that went on one.
Amelia wanted to go to the Dursley's and do some un-mentionable things that would get her fired. Luckily for her, there was a hungry little boy in front of her. Kneeling down she grabbed Harry's shoulders, "Harry, you can get everything on the menu if you want to." Harry smiled brightly at Amelia and nodded his head happily. Amelia stood up, and Harry grabbed her hand as she led the way to a small cafe down one of the branching alleys, Occasion Ally.
Amelia and Harry were led to a table in the back of the cafe, which Harry was grateful. Whenever people saw his scar, they started pointing and whispering.
Picking up the menu, Harry and Amelia browsed the food selection.
"So Harry, is there any specific kind of sandwich you want?" Amelia asked Harry.
Harry thought about all of the different kinds he had made for his family. He didn't want an egg-salad one. He believed that one looked and smelled disgusting. Then Harry started spitting out different things he wanted to try, "Well I know I want to have tomatoes, lettuce, ham, swiss, mustard, and mayo." Harry squinted his eyes trying to think if there was anything else he wanted to try. When he couldn't think of anything else, he nodded his head, "Yep that's what I want."
Amelia smiled, "Okay so one ham sandwich and how about some pumpkin juice."
"Pumpkin juice?" Harry didn't know that was a thing.
"Pumpkin juice is very popular in the wizarding world, along with butterbeer. Although, you won't be having any butterbeer until you are at least a third year. Then you can try some in Hogsmeade." Amelia placed their order through the menu by tapping on the food that they wanted.
"Whats Hogsmeade? Is it another kind of drink? It doesn't sound very yummy." Harry looked a little uneasy at the prospect of a potential drink having anything to do with hogs.
Amelia started laughing at Harry's reaction, "Don't worry Harry. Hogsmeade is a small wizarding village situated outside of Hogwarts. Students third year to the sixth year are allowed to visit on designated weekends if they have signed permission forms from their parents or guardians. Seventh years can visit anytime after the school day is overseeing as how they are legally adults. One of the books that we will be getting you today should explain all of this and much more. It's called Hogwarts: A History."
Harry was excited about getting more books. Yesterday, when Harry got his required school supplies, he looked through the books and was confused by half of what he read. He knew he would need to get supplementary books to help him understand what was in his school books.
"I was thinking about making the bookstores our last stop. After lunch we can go to the furniture store to get you some pieces for your little apartment," Amelia smiled at Harry knowingly. When Amelia went to put Harry's clothes in his trunk earlier, she noticed that it wasn't locked. She was planning on putting a magical signature lock on his trunk for him when they got back to the house that night.
Harry blushed and looked down into his lap. Before Amelia could let Harry know he did nothing wrong, the food appeared on their tables.
Harry yelped, startled at the sudden appearance of his food.
"It's fine Harry. This is how food normally appears in a wizarding restaurant. Also, don't fret over your trunk. Mine has a bigger apartment and library. You can always go back to the trunk store to get an expansion on any of the compartments. Now, make sure to eat as much as you can, and do try the pumpkin juice." Amelia pointed to Harry's goblet. Amelia waited for Harry to start eating.
Harry peaked up at Amelia and saw that she was waiting for him. Hesitantly Harry grabbed his sandwich and took a bite. Harry grinned, the lunch was better then he thought it was going to be. He, into it with some much-approached enthusiasm.
Amelia smiled at Harry and started eating her food, a fried fish sandwich. Both ate in silence for the next couple of minutes, or at least until Harry ate half of his sandwich.
"Are you full Harry?" Amelia asked in-between bites.
Harry nodded his head, "I wanted to try the chips and juice." Harry grabbed a chip and nibbled on it. He had never had anything deep-fried before. He liked it, but he didn't think he was going to eat the greasy food very often.
"Before I forget, Harry you need to drink this." Amelia passed over a small bottle with a grayish brown liquid in it. Harry looked at it disgusted. He had a feeling that this wasn't going to taste well.
"That is your nutrients potion. You're supposed to drink one after each meal. We can stop by the apothecaries at the furniture store." Amelia explained to Harry. She felt sorry for the boy.
Harry uncorked the bottle and peered through the small opening he had just created. Grimacing, Harry looked up at Amelia. "I suggest you just drink it as fast as you can."
Nodding his head, Harry put the bottle to his lips and downed the potion. As soon as he swallowed it all he started coughing, "That was disgusting. Do I have to drink one of these after each meal?"
"Yes, Harry. These will help you regain all of the nutrients that you lost while living with your aunt and uncle."
Harry didn't like it one bit. 'Why is it always me?' Harry thought to himself. 'I suppose I can't complain too much. She is helping me.'
Amelia decided to inform Harry of the other potions he would have to take, "You will also have to take skele-grow every night to help your bones. That one taste even worse than the nutrient potion. There is the incremental musculus potion; this one is for your muscles. Then we have to apply scar cream to all of your scars, That one helps them to fade away. You will also be taking a pain potion, just in case."
Harry groaned involuntarily. Amelia laughed at his reaction. She wouldn't want to take any of those potions every day either, but Harry's body needed to be made healthy again if it was even healthy, to begin with. Luckily the inheritance test wasn't affected by potions.
Harry sipped the pumpkin juice trying it while Amelia was telling about the different potions he would have to take. Harry was pleasantly surprised at how the drink tasted. He started to make more substantial sips, well more like gulps. Soon enough he didn't have any left.
Amelia laughed, "I see you like pumpkin juice."
Harry nodded his head, "It was good. I hope butterbeer is also this good." Harry looked at the bottom of his empty goblet wanting more.
"I think you will like it." Amelia gave a knowing smile. "Well, are you ready to continue shopping?"
Harry said yes, and Amelia paid for their lunch before the two got up to go to the furniture store. Amelia led Harry to a store in an ally directly across from the one they were in before. This one was called Materi Ally. There were a lot of jewelry stores, clothing stores, Hair salons, and knick-knack stores.
Harry looked into one of the hair salons. He saw scissors flying around one lady's head. "Come on Harry," Amelia pulled at Harry when she noticed him standing in front of a window, "We can get your hair cut later." She hadn't thought about that, but getting Harry a haircut was a good idea.
Harry and Amelia finally made it to the furniture store. The first thing Harry saw was a whole bunch of miniature furniture models and displays. There seemed to be a theme for each presentation. Harry started walking around looking at the different displays. The designs ranged from super fancy to simple. There were at least a hundred different sets. Harry began to look, but so far nothing struck his fancy.
"Hello, welcome to Willow's Beds and Things, Do you need any help," Harry was startled out of his hunt by a young male shop assistant.
Amelia immediately jumped in to help Harry, "I do have a question. Which one of these sets can go with a trunk apartment?"
"Well, that depends on the model of the apartment in the trunk. Do you have the model number?" the shop assistant asked.
Amelia shook her head, "No I don't."
The shopkeeper then asked, "Do you have the trunk then?"
Harry's eyes went wide. He completely forgot about his trunk. Wiping his head around to Amelia, he was about to tell her when he saw her take something out of her pocket. She then set it on the ground and tapped it with her wand. Harry saw his trunk grow to its original size. Harry stared gobsmacked at his trunk. Amelia started smiled at Harry's reaction. She had a feeling he had forgotten entirely about it when he went to pay for his new clothes. Harry blushed after realizing he must have looked like an idiot just standing there with his mouth open.
The shopkeeper opened Harry's trunk and looked poked his head in and pulling it out a moment later. "The model you have allows for all of our sets," The shopkeeper smiled up at them.
Harry groaned he was never going to find something he wanted.
Amelia thanked the shopkeeper and told him that when they found one they would let him know. The shopkeeper smiled and said he would be in the back of the store doing some inventory if they did need help with anything.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Harry still hadn't found one that he liked. Amelia was off somewhere else in the store looking for a new chair for her study.
Harry looked at him and was about to give up when he saw something that caught his eye. Walking over to the display, Harry decided that he liked it. The color scheme was cream, forest green, and a leather brown. The wood was a warm medium brown oak, or so the display said. The set had something for each different parts of his trunk. They had a potion lab design, bedroom and living room sets, and everything for the kitchen. It almost reminded Harry of a home that was sitting on the edge of a forest and in front of a flower-filled field.
Harry looked for the shop assistant. Harry found him with Amelia discussing something about the chair that Amelia wanted to get.
"Umm excuse me," Harry said nervously. Both of the adults stopped talking and turned toward him.
Harry gulped but continued, "I found one that I like." Harry pointed in the general direction of the furniture set he wanted.
"Of course Mr. Potter. Why don't you show me which one it is." The shopkeeper said. Harry looked at Amelia who smiled encouragingly. Harry led the way to the set he wanted and pointed at it. "Good eye Mr. Potter. That is one of our limited sets. Would you like us to put the furnishings in your trunk now?" The Grimacing asked.
"Yes please," Harry said unsurely.
"If you will give me one moment I will put everything into your trunk." The shopkeeper said. Amelia handed over Harry's trunk, and the shopkeeper went into the back room to put Harry's new furniture in.
Harry turned to Amelia and apologized, "I'm sorry if I interrupted something earlier."
Amelia chuckled, "We were just talking Harry. I had picked out and paid for my chair about ten minutes before you came up."
"Oh, okay," Harry said relieved that it wasn't anything significant.
Soon the shopkeeper returned with Harry's trunk, "Well Mr. Potter, I put everything in for each of the compartments that we can furnish, assuming that's what you wanted."
"Yes, sir it is." Harry was happy that he wouldn't have to put everything up by himself.
"That good. Your total is 3,500 galleons." The shopkeeper told him. Harry grabbed his money pouch and got out the required amount of money.
Amelia led Harry out of the shop and back into Diagon Ally to the apothecaries.
Amelia went straight to the front to place the order for the portions that Harry would need for the time being. Harry looked around and decided to get a couple more cauldrons, stirring rods, knives, and more ingredients. Looking at Harry saw a set of potions ingredients for each year. Each pack had more than enough to last Harry his first year, so he decided to get two first-year ones and a second year one. He planed on practicing his potions skills when he got the chance. When Amelia finished, Harry walked up and told the old lady at the counter what he wanted. Amelia was nodding her head as Harry did this. As Harry went to pay for his ingredients, Amelia stopped him, "I can pay for this Harry."
"But this is for school," Harry argued.
Amelia looked down at Harry, "And I am your current legal guardian. It's my job to make sure you get everything you need. The only reason I haven't been buying everything today is that you looked like you wanted to buy your stuff for yourself." Not to mention she wouldn't have been able to afford half of what Harry had gotten, not if she wanted to get Susan's school supplies.
Harry didn't know what to say. She was letting him stay at her house, and she was feeding him. No one had ever gotten him something or done anything for him before. Harry couldn't stop himself, and started crying, "Thank you." Harry hugged her while she was paying for everything.
"Miss Bones, is it okay if we go to the pet store. I want to get Hedwig some stuff," Harry asked through sniffles.
"Of course Harry, and call me Amelia." Amelia grabbed Harry's hand and led him to the pet store.
Harry walked around and saw a section with perches. He looked at them and ended up picking a bronze colored one that had a leather covered perching area. Harry also got some mice and owl treats in case his owl wanted a snack. The last thing he got her was a brush. Amelia grabbed all of the things Harry wanted and brought it up to the register with the intent to pay, "Harry why don't you look around the store."
Nodding his head, Harry started walking around the store. He looked at the cats first. Harry tried to get near some of them, but they all started hissing at him as soon as he got close to them. So Harry decided to look at another animal.
The next one he came across was toads. Harry grimaced. He couldn't imagine having one of those slimy creatures with their strangely long tongues. So he moved on. Harry saw rats and, oddly enough, bats. None of these animals peaked his interests.
Harry reached the back of the shop. There he saw a couple of tanks. Each one had a snake in it. They were all talking, like the one at the zoo. Harry stood there listening to snakes complain about the food they got, how they wanted more food, and why they had to be next to a particular snake. The black one in the middle seemed more annoyed and kept yelling at the others to stop being stupid.
"Harry are you ready to go?" Amelia walked up behind Harry scaring him.
Harry jumped, "Sorry what?"
Amelia looked concerned, "I asked are you ready to leave. Is everything okay?"
Harry looked confused, "For me yes. Those snakes keep complaining though."
Amelia blinked rapidly not sure if she understood what Harry just said, "Harry can you understand the snakes?"
"Of course I can. The snakes are speaking English." Harry shrugged.
Amelia gave herself a moment to wrap her head around what Harry had just said.
"Harry, snakes don't speak English. If they are talking now, all I can hear is hissing." Amelia told Harry.
Harry looked at Amelia surprised, "So you can't understand what the snakes are talking about?"
"No Harry, I can't. How about we ask the goblins about it tomorrow." Amelia suggested.
"Okay," Harry agreed.
"Miss Amelia is there anywhere I can get a wand holder. I don't feel safe putting my wand in my back pocket; I'm afraid that I will break it." Harry asked switching the subject. He had a feeling that Amelia didn't want to talk about it.
Amelia looked startled. Most kids didn't care where they kept their wands on them. She knew Susan didn't. She smiled, "Of course Harry. Come on let's go to Ollivander's. He has the best ones."
Harry and Amelia crossed the street and walked further down to the wand shop and stepped in.
"Ahh welcome back Mr. Potter. I hope everything is okay with your wand. You just got it yesterday." Ollivander greeted him.
"Yes, sir. I was wondering if you had any wand holders." Harry assured the aging wizard.
"Of course Mr. Potter. Is there any specific one you want?" Ollivander asked knowing Harry meant holsters.
Harry blushed, "Um well yesterday I saw this wizard flick his wrist and his wand shot into his hand. Can I get something like that?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter. One of the better models that one is. Let me see, where did I put them?" Ollivander mumbled to himself, "Ah! Here they are. Here you are, Mr. Potter. A dragon hide arm wand holster. Charmed so only the wearer can take the wand out. Go on, give it a try."
Harry, with the help of Amelia, strapped on the wand holster and put his wand in it. Looking up he asked what he needed to do next and was told to flick his wrist and the wand would slide down into his hand. The first couple of tries Harry dropped the wand on the floor. Eventually, Harry was able to grab it, if just barely.
"Oh ho ho, good job Mr. Potter," Ollivander praised, "Now I suggest you also get a wand maintenance kit as well, seeing as you dropped your wand multiple times."
"Okay, Mr. Ollivander. How much do I owe you then?" Harry grabbed his money bag.
"I would think 25 galleons," Ollivander said. Harry paid Ollivander and walked out of the old store happy with his new purchases. Amelia followed Harry out, glad that Harry was thinking in the right direction.
"Come on Harry; I think it's time for us to buy some books now." Amelia reminded Harry.
Harry grabbed Amelia's hand and started dragging her to the store. He had a general idea of what he wanted.
Walking in, Harry let go of Amelia's hand and grabbed a basket. Then he started wandering around the shop looking for books that would help him understand the wizarding world better.
He got a book called Potion Essentials, Hogwarts: A History, Wizarding Laws, Etiquette for the Pureblooded, How to Run an Estate, Household Charms, Beginners Occulmancy, and Charms for the Prankster.
Amelia also grabbed a variety of books for Harry to browse at a later date. She even got the latest romance novel by Dana Rose. Amelia would never admit it, but she loved reading lovey-dovey stories. She let Harry pay for the books he had picked out before she paid for the ones she had grabbed.
Harry was happy. Today had been the best day of his life. He couldn't wait to get back to start reading the books he had chosen.
"Are you ready to go back, Harry?" Amelia asked. When Harry nodded his head, Amelia grabbed his hand and apparated them back to her home.
Walking in the house, Harry made a beeline to the stairs, "Make sure to wash up Harry; dinner will be in half an hour."
"Okay, Miss Amelia," Harry called out over his shoulder.
Running into his room, Harry dumbed everything on to the bed before rushing into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he got out, he dressed in the PJs that Amelia had changed for him the previous night. After he was dressed, he walked down the stairs to the kitchen. There on the table was a chicken pasta dish.
"That looks yummy," Harry stated sitting down.
Amelia chuckled, "I would like to think it is. Minnie is a good cook." Harry sat down at the table in front of the food-filled plate.
"So, like I said this morning, tomorrow we will be going back to Gringotts to do the rest of your medical and do the inheritance test. Later this week we have to go to the ministry to make sure that you get registered with the DMCW. I also expect you to study. Is that understood?" Amelia asked after letting Harry know what would be happening later in the week.
Harry nodded his head, "I understand Miss Amelia." Harry then started eating his dinner. Amelia followed soon after. For a little while, they ate in silence, both enjoying the dish the house elves had made for them.
After Harry finished about half of his meal, again, Amelia gave him his nutrient potion. Harry drank the vial of liquid reluctantly. After he swallowed, he hurriedly drank the contents of the glass in front of him. Which, to his delight, was pumpkin juice.
"Good job Harry. The other potions you will take before you go to bed. They are sitting on the nightstand. I will know if you have taken them or not." Amelia warned Harry. Harry nodded his head before excusing himself from the table. He had wanted to read his books all through dinner.
Amelia sighed. Today had been a long day. She wasn't one to go on an all-day shopping spree. Maybe next year she would invite the Longbottom's to accompany her, Harry and Susan.
Amelia moaned audibly; she still had to go with Susan to get her school supplies.
Finishing her pumpkin juice, Amelia left the dining room. She had some business to do in her study. First thing was getting her new chair out, which she did. Sitting in it, Amelia was satisfied with the chair she had bought.
Amelia grabbed her list and added finding an estate tutor for Harry. After all, he needed to know what it means to be an heir. Luckily some of the books he had gotten today would help him get a basic understanding.
Next, she took out what she had on Sirius Black, which wasn't much. She knew she would have to go to the ministry records department to see his trial transcript. Depending on what she would find depended on if she would even be able to open up a new investigation.
She decided to do that while Harry was talking with a representative at the DMCW. She had a feeling that would take awhile. Luckily the goblins had given her a copy of the physical examination they had provided, which should speed things up a little bit.
This Sirius Black business was going to cause havoc in Magical Britain. Amelia leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling.
She had no idea what was about to happen, but she had a feeling that anything involving Harry Potter would cause shakes to their world.