Innocent-Chapter6

"Shall we all go to lunch?" asked the twins.

"Don't you need to stay open?" Harry asked.

"Harry, Harry, it's not going to hurt us to be closed for a few hours," said a twin.

"Yes, we are going to take the reason this shop got started to lunch, whether he likes it or not, and that's final," said the other twin.

Then the twins hooked there arms through Harry's and practiclly dragged him to the Leakey Cauldron, Hermione following, trying not to laugh.

"Eh, Tom, can we get a private table?" asked a twin.

"Coming right up, Mr. Weasley."

"Thanks Tom."

"So, who ya got here today?"

"A couple of old friends, one is the reason, we're where we are today," said a twin.

"Really, who?" Tom asked.

"Harry, here," answered a twin.

"Why are you hooded?" Tom asked Harry.

"He doesn't like to be seen in public, and is not yet used to crowds again," Hermione answered.

"Why?"

"Because of who he is," Hermione answered again.

"Which is who?" Tom asked.

"One who was betrayed by the world, who had thought of him as their hero," Harry answered, removing his hood.

"Oh my, Harry Potter!" Tom exclaimed.

"Yeah," Harry answered.

"So, you helped start Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

"Yeah, he funded it," answered a twin.

"How, wasn't he in prison, when you got started?"

"Triwizard Tournament," Harry answered.

"Huh?" Tom asked.

"I gave them my Triwizard Tournament winnings, after fourth year," Harry explained, "I didn't need it, and Cedric had died."

"I'll go make your food, the usual, Fred, George?"

"Yeah, the usual all around," said a twin.

"What's the usual?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, sandwiches, soup and Butterbeer," answered a twin.

"Sounds good," Hermione said.

"Alright then, I'll owl you, Hermione, when we're coming," said George.

"And I'll owl you an invitation to Angelina and my wedding," Fred said.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"This was great," Hermione said.

"We shall do this again some time," said the twins, before hugging the two and going back to work.

"Anywhere you'd like to go before we head home?" Hermione asked.

"No, I just want to get out of here."

They flooed from the Leakey Cauldron to Hermione's.

"Anything you'd like to do this afternoon?" Hermione asked when they arrived.

"Are all of my old school books upstairs?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, Why?"

"Do you have your books from sixth and seventh years, still?"

"Yeah"

"Can I borrow them?"

"Of coarse you can, would you like my notes as well?"

"Yeah, that would be helpful." He started to head upstairs.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"You can unpack, and live here as long as you like."

"Thanks Hermione, that would be extremely helpful."

"Your welcome, Harry."

He went up and unpacked. He put his books from first through fifth year on the bookshelf, along with the other books he'd had. He leaned his firebolt in a corner. Then got to his clothes and wondered, 'What the heck am I supposed to do with these?' When Hermione came in with a trunk of parchments and books.

"So, this is everything from your sixth and seventh years?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, everything, all of it should be in order, any questions about anything, just ask me."

"Thanks," he looked down to his pile of clothes, then back to Hermione, "Any suggestions for these?"

"Pitch um, we could go to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade and get you new clothes and robes."

"Uh, I don't know?"

"Or we could go to a muggle shop for clothes, and somewhere else for robes?"

"Yeah, let's, less in the public eye, tommorrow?"

"Yes, tommorrow would be excellent, but we have to go to Gringotts to exchange to muggle money, first."

"Then we'll go get robes extremely early, to avoid crowds, then go to a muggle store."

"Sounds great to me."

"Wonderful!"

Harry awoke at five, the next morning, showered, attempted to make breakfast, he succeded, but it was pretty burnt, and woke Hermione.

"Hey Hermione, wake up, I made breakfast, I want to get going early today," he yelled from the doorway.

She sat up, "Alright, I'll be down in a bit."

**Ten Minutes Later** "So, what's for breakfast?" Hermione cheerfully asked.

"A, burnt eggs, burnt toast, burnt bacon, and orange juice, sorry, haven't cooked in around five years," Harry answered.

"I can relate, when I first lived on my own and cooked, everything was burnt, or something would be wrong."

"I would have thought you'd already know how to cook, or at least conjure food."

"I could simple things, but nothing big."

"Understandable, I think.":

"Damn, I wish I could go back in time."

"Why, besides the obvious?"

"The obvious is why."

"At least I kept my sanity."

"Or so it seems."

"Hey!"

"Harry, I was kidding."

"Good."

"Shall we go?"

"Yeah, let's."

"You've got to get an apparation license."

"You can teach me that, and other things I've missed."

"Yeah, I can."

"Will you?"

"Of coarse I will, have you not been my best friend for ten years?"

"You still consider me your best friend?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Five years in prison, I thought everyone would have abandoned me."

"Azkaban can do that, or so it seems, when have I ever abandoned you, Harry?"

"Never, and that's why your my best friend."

"Shall we go?"

"Yes, still want to beat those crowds."

"Harry, it's seven in the morning."

"So, let's go."

-In Madam Malkins Robe Shop-
What type of robes would you like, sir?"

"A, plain black robes," Harry answered.

"Please stand on the stool to be measured, Sir. Long sleeved or short?"

"Long."

"How many sets of robes?"

"A, Herm?"

"Five."

"Five, it is."

"Alright, Sir, do you need dress robes?"

"Herm, do I need dress robes?"

"Sure, just in case, yeah."

"Sir, what color?" Harry again didn't know,

then Hermione said,"You've always looked good in green."

"Green," Harry answered the seamstress.

"What shade?"

"A dark green," Hermione answered, Harry nodded.

"How about this one?" the seamstress asked.

"Harry, those are perfect!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I'll take this one," he answered.

"Just a moment, I'll wrap them up, take this up front, to pay." Hermione paid, then they left for Gringotts to exchange money.

"Okay Harry, ready to go into the world that dosn't know your name?"

"Absolutely."

"Where shall we go?"

"How should I know, I've only been to a robe shop to buy clothes in my entire life."

"Sorry, and I'm the one who grew up, muggle."

"So did I, they just locked me in a cupboard for eleven years, then locked me in a room for the next four summers."

"And never gave you anything, excepct there son's castoff clothes."

"Ten sizes to large."

"Yep."

"Shall we walk around, find a store?"

"Yeah, isn't that the point?"

"Yeah, it is."

Around noon they found a clothing store. A few hours later approaching the register Hermione was saying,

"Okay, you've got five pairs of jeans, two pairs of khakis, three sweaters, five t-shirts, a couple of button up shirts, short and long sleeved, three pairs of shorts, a couple packages each of Boxers, undershirts, and socks, a pair of tennis shoes and a pair of more dress up shoes, a couple of ties, is that all?"

"I think, I have more clothes here then I have had in my entire life, can we go now?" he begged.

"Yeah, let's pay." It came to around 200 dollars.

"What now?" Harry asked as they exited.

"How about dinner?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere, how about overthere, chinese food?"

"Chinese food?" He gave her a quizzical look.

"Well, then you must try it, it's delicious, oww a buffet."

~~~~~~~~~~ I will continue to write this, I'm just going to finish my other story first, juggling to totally different stories is tough and a bad idea to write two at the same time or at least for me. Don't worry I will finish this, thanks for the support and convincing, I know what I want to happen next, just can't seem to get it written down, I will have them reconcile with Ron, some time, not sure when. Review. -ears91