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Harry Potter and the Dark Defenses
Chapter 5 ***Diagon Alley***
Harry Disapparated right in front of Gringotts and turned around, heading up the stairs into the building. He reached into his robes and pulled out the golden key to his vault. Smiling, he walked up to the teller, a goblin with a nose to rival Snape's.
"Yes?"
"I'm here to get something out of my vault. Harry Potter."
The goblin peered at his face under his hood and blandly said, "Key."
Harry placed the key on the stand and the goblin waved him after him as he stepped down from the counter. "I'll deal with you myself Mr. Potter."
As he followed the goblin down to the cart that went down to the vault's he asked, "Why must you deal with it yourself?"
"Your vault has not been opened in seven years."
"So?"
"Necessary precautions."
Harry snorted and climbed in to the cart. After a long ride that blew his hood off, they arrived at his vault. The goblin got out first and opened the vault. Harry climbed out and went in, pulling out a leather sack and shoved several hundreds of gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts into it.
Closing the sack he left the vault and after the long ride back up was leaving Gringotts.
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The first place he went was to Madam Malkin's for new robes. She nearly drove him insane asking him where he'd been all this time then gave up when another customer came in.
Harry recognized him instantly. He well remembered the tall, long nosed, red haired boy he had gone to school with and become best friends with.
"Hello Ron."
Ron turned and blinked.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
With a whoop of joy Ron practically leapt on him and pulled him into a crushing bear hug. Harry coughed and managed to push his old friend away.
"Trying to choke me?"
"No. I'm just glad your back! Speaking of which, where've you been?"
Harry looked at Madam Malkin, who was waiting for him to say something.
He smiled and patted Ron on the shoulder. "I'll tell you later. Come to Hogwarts at about seven. I'll meet you in the entrance hall."
"Why Hogwarts?"
"I'm going to be working there. Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Ron gave another whoop and pummeled Harry on the back. "Finally! A DADA teacher that'll stay for more than a year! Congrats Harry, my friend."
"Ahem. Mr. Weasely, unless you intend to buy something please get out. Mr. Potter is a customer"
Ron smiled and backed away. With a wide grin he began to look at cloaks.
Not too long later Harry had three new sets of robes, all black, a black dress robe with silver fastenings, and an unhooded black cloak. Ron hadn't bought anything but he did ask why Harry had bought so much black. He simply patted his friend on the shoulder and said, "I'll tell you tonight. Right now I really need to get what I'll need for my class."
Ron nodded and headed off.
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Harry was nervous about how Ron would react about him having been a Death Eater.
But that thought was easily forgotten when he spotted a new broom in the Quidditch supply store. Eagerly, he walked over and studied it for a good ten minutes before reminding himself why he was in Diagon Alley in the first place.
Quickly he walked into Flourish and Blotts and bought himself a new eagle feather quill, a bottle of ink, a large stack of paper, and a few books that had caught his eye.
Leaving the shop he Apparated safely back to Hogsmeade.
A/N: Next chap, RON FINDS OUT!