They had just made their way out the front door when they heard a "Harry!" and "Lily!" respectively, shortly to be joined by Ron and Molly Weasley.

"Ron! I was wondering when we'd meet up!" Harry said as he high fived Ron, and Lily and Molly embraced each other.

"School shopping, I suppose?" Molly asked Lily. "Of course! We're getting robes and his wand now, if you want to join us. Where're Arthur and the rest of your boys?"

"Oh, Arthur's with Percy and Fred and George are…being Fred and George," she said with an eye-roll.

"Well, what else is new?" Lily asked with a smirk. "Well, funny you should ask. Percy just got the letter last week that named him Prefect!" Molly responded. "Congratulations! That's huge!"

Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were having their own conversation.

"I'm not as thrilled as Percy or Mum, but not as disgusted as Fred or George either. Fred and George have been screwing with him since he got the letter," Ron said. "I've just been staying out of it."

"Smart," Harry agreed. "If I had multiple brothers and would be caught in the crossfire, I'd stay out of it too."

"Are you ready to start school?" Ron asked. "As much as I want to say 'of course', truth is I'm really not." Harry responded. "I don't know what to expect. My mum and dad have been talking it up for the past week, but I don't know. You?"

"With 5 brothers? Of course not. Being the second youngest, everyone expects me to be as smart as Bill and Percy and as good at Quidditch as Charlie, but I don't know how to carve out my own place," he answered as they started walking.

"So what's first? Robes?" Harry shrugged. "Sure," Ron replied. They walked into Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where a young, pale-haired boy was already being helped. As Madame Malkin bustled around, she quickly told Harry and Ron that she'd be with them in a moment. She scurried into the back, and the other boy capitalized on her absence and began making conversation.

"Hello. Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," Harry and Ron answered.

"I must ask—you both look similar, though I can't place either face. What were your names again—wait. Red hair…too many freckles to do anything worthwhile with… You must be a Weasley!" the boy finished.

Harry, who didn't wish to be appraised like this, quickly interrupted and gave his name: "Before you think of sizing me up like that, I'll just tell my name. I'm Harry. Harry Potter."