Harry Potter and the Sorcerer that got Stoned
~*Chapter Two*~
The next day, most of the first years woke up early and packed their things. Harry had almost no anxiety about the upcoming trip. He was raised in a muggle family. He knew what was expected of him, what he would need to survive for a week, and really, all about muggles. Ron on the other hand, was totally freaking out.
"Harry, I've never even been to the muggle part of London! How am I going to survive without my wand for an entire week? I don't even know the general terms for things." His voice was beyond panic. The freckled boy's face was red and blotchy with worry.
Harry had been packing his own bag, throwing in all different types of clothes. He had no idea where Poolesville was and he certainly didn't know what the weather would be like. He had to be prepared for anything.
"Don't worry Ron. You'll do fine. All you have to do is act like you know what you're doing. If you don't know the name for something just say something like, 'What do you call that again? Oh! We call it something else in the UK.' Trust me, you'll be all right. Hermione and I will guide you through this," The Boy Who Lived said while throwing a few toiletries in the bag.
"What are THOSE?" He pointed at a small box. His voice hadn't lost its franticness and spoke very quickly. "I don't have any of THOSE! What am I going to do? Harry, are there stores where I can buy THOSE?"
"RON! Take a chill pill! They're Band-Aids. And you can find them in every muggle drugstore."
Weasley looked as if his friend was lying to him.
"Look, here! Take them. If you get a cut, just take one out of the box and put it on the wound." Harry demonstrated by coving his finger with a bandage.
Ron looked at the box as if he were dingo that just captured a baby. "Thanks."
Seamus, who had packed last night, finished helping Neville fit his clothes into a suitcase. He let out a quick yawn.
"You guys almost done? They started serving breakfast ten minutes ago. I'm staving."
Harry zipped up his bag quickly and said, "Yup. I'm ready."
"Hold on a second," Ron mumbled. "I can't find my sandals."
"Do you think we're going to need sandals?" Neville peeped.
"Of course! It is called POOL-esville. It has got to be named that for a reason," Ron superiorly said.
Harry searched under his bed for a pair of sandals. "He's got a point, guys. There has got to be at least one pool."
Seamus was getting rather impatient. "Come on! You guys have everything you could possibly need packed. I doubt if a pair of sandals will make a difference. I'm going to breakfast and anyone else that is hungry can follow."
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Some time later, all of the first years were in the Great Hall standing with their groups. They looked out of place in colorful muggle clothing. Arthur Weasley was present, along with Bill Weasley, Dumbledore, and two middle aged wizards the Gryffindors didn't recognize. Dumbledore had the attention of everyone in the room, they were apprehensively awaiting details. He whispered something into Arthur's ear then looked at the students.
The withering man cleared his throat and addressed his audience. "I know that everyone in this room is excited about going to America but I must first explain some of the aspects of the trip and the rules.
"Firstly, everyone in the room will be given one hundred United States dollars. No more, no less. Your first task will be to gain an understanding of the currency since money moves mountains in the United States. You must budget your money to last you for seven days. If you run out, you will have to make do with what you have.
"Your second task will be to become acquainted with your host family. They will act as your real family would. They will be your friends and your authority. Please heed any rules your host parents give you while living in their household. Also, make an effort to befriend your host brother or sister. Everyone will have one and they will be attending the same school you do and hopefully, will show you the ropes.
"Your third task is to make as many friends as is humanly possible and learn as much as you as can about the muggle world. Please bear in mind that you will most likely be given an essay to write at your return from each of your professors. It would benefit you greatly if you choose to disassociate yourself from your wizard and witch counterparts for your time spent with the muggles."
Dumbledore got a twinkle in his eyes and continued his monologue. "Also, while you will never see your muggle friends again, you will see your classmates. If you chose to do something that is not of… habit, I suggest you do it out of your peers' eyesight.
"I believe that is it for procedure. Now, the rules. You will have no wand. Mr. Weasley, if you be so kindly as to go around and collect them?"
"Of course, Albus," he said while taking wands from several gawking Ravenclaws.
"Refrain from telling your new friends true things about you. Make up a town where you are from, the school you go to, and your age ahead of time. Oh I almost forgot. The Aging Potion should make everyone precisely three years older. That means that some of you will be seventeen and a majority of you will be sixteen. The third and final rule is to have fun. This is meant to be an enjoyable trip. You do not have to try particularly hard in your muggle classes seeing as most of it will go right over your heads. Just relax and learn from experiences."
The old man paused for a moment and gave a thoughtful look for a moment. "Humm.. I don't believe I forgot anything…," he mumbled to himself. "Now, I think we are ready to administer the Aging Potion."
Every first year was given a small, glass vile that contained a silvery potion. They all looked around, seeing who would take the first drink. It was Susan Bones, the Hufflepuff. With a quick, "Bottoms up!" the drink disappeared down her throat. She instantly grew about 15cm, her hips widened. When her transformation was complete, her clothes were much too small for her body. Her pants were above her ankles; her shirt rose and made her belly button clearly visable.
"That is what I forgot! Clothes! Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Abbott will be around to transfigure your clothing to fit after you have aged. Mr. Turpin, I know that you're rather good at charms. Would you mind doing a quick spell to the trunks and charm the clothing to fit the bodies of their owners?"
Mr. Turpin, Lisa Turpin's father, gave a short and crisp, "Certainly" then set off to work.
Slowly, everyone took their Aging Potions. Harry looked practically the same, only taller and handsomer. Ron just skimmed the six foot mark and was very well built. The girls would surely be swooning over his unique physique.
Hermione made the most notable change out of anyone in the room. Her hair had lost its frizz. It was now a beautiful, wavy mane. She stood at about 5'7'' and had a remarkable attractiveness to her face. The one part of her Harry couldn't even look at without blushing was her chest. It was large but not awkward, and they looked so lusciously desirable.
Malfoy observed the trio. They looked incredibly ridiculous in their ten-sizes-too-small clothing. He wasn't taking his potion until one of those fools came over here to transform his garments. Though, he had to admit that Granger girl didn't look all that bad in a tight fitting t-shirt.
Finally, Bill had come over to their group and transformed everyone's clothes. Just as he was about to move on, Draco gulped down his potion. Bill quickly transfigured his clothed and moved on to help others.
Ron's jaw fell to the floor when he saw Draco Malfoy's sixteen year old form. He didn't think anyone could look that good. Not that he went for guys, but DAMN. His face was clear and aristocratic. His neck swept down with clean lines. Malfoy was a living, breathing specimen of masculinity.
Dumbledore's aging voice called to the crowd before him, "Seven vials have been placed in each of your suitcases. Remember to drink one once a day for each day that you are gone. Now, I believe we are ready to go. Chaperones please go to your groups."
Arthur Weasley came over and stood with Ron, Harry, Draco and the others. His face looked tremendously giddy. "Are we all ready to go?"
Everyone nodded. "All right then. Grab your trunks and touch this shirt. We're traveling by portkey."
"There is no way I touching that disgusting rag," Malfoy droned. "It is probably infested with fleas."
"I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, that it is just charmed to look dirty so that it can be easily disposed of once we arrive."
Draco just muttered something about it probably being the finest piece of clothing owned by the family and reluctantly grabbed the fabric. Seconds later, the group of eleven arrived in a darkly lit parking lot.
"Where are we? And why is it dark outside? We left at ten," Neville asked with a tinge of fear.
Draco sneered, "There is a time difference, Longbottom. Or did the concept of the international time line slip from your from that thick head of yours?"
Arthur Weasley could feel a fight in the making and quickly intervened. "No need to be so harsh, Draco. It is an easy enough mistake to make. As for where we are, why we're in the parking lot of one of the greatest establishments in the States!"
"Harvard?!" Hermione said with complete surprise.
"The Mall of America!?" Lavender Brown said at the same time, her eyes as big as child's on Christmas morning.
Mr. Weasley chuckled. "No no no. Wal-Mart!"
Crabbe let out a grunt. "What the hell is Wal-Mart?"
"It's an inexpensive, American shopping chain. Many of them are open twenty four hours a day."
Everyone's face fell.
"Oh come on! Your first task is to gain an understanding of the currency. You should buy something and meet at the entrance in an hour. It's five o'clock now. We must leave to meet your host families at precisely six o'clock. Here," he pulled a wallet out of his back pocket. "Here is your hundred dollars. Spend wisely." He rolled out the dough to each person.
Mr. Weasley rushed ahead of them, excited to see all of the muggle objects in the store.
"I bet that's the most money you've ever seen in your life let alone held, Weasley."
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry hissed. He stopped and faced everyone in the group. "We may not all like each other but we are stuck together for the next week. How about a week long truce. No stupid house rivalries, no making fun of each other."
"How very Gryffindor of you," Draco said it like an insult. "But where would I find joy in my life if I accepted such a truce?" He gave a malicious smile.
Neville decided to change the topic. "You guys, we only have one hour to learn how the money system works. We had better go inside and actually buy something."
"Shut up, Longbottom. No one asked for your opinion. Come on Crabbe, Goyle. We have a currency to learn."
With that, Draco and his goons left for the store. Millicent and Pansy followed silently behind them.
"Wonder what crawled up his ass!" Lavender said with loathing.
"That is just typical behavior," Hermione stated. "But I can't help but wonder why Millicent and Pansy are so quiet."
"Probably still shocked that they won't be using their wands for a week," Ron carelessly said.
"Yea," Harry retorted.
With that, they Gryffindors strode through the doors of the * greatest * establishment in the United States, Wal-Mart.
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Author's Note: I know, it still isn't funny. But wait one more chapter. If you don't laugh while their in class, then wait two more chapters. You'll defiantly laugh at their activities on a Friday night. I guarantee it.
Also, I'm trying to update daily. I don't have any papers to write, so I probably will. It isn't going to be a long fic. I doubt if there will be more than 7 chapters. But we'll see.