Chapter Two
Harry looked excitedly at the streets of muggle London. Hermione stared at him, confused.
'Tell, me again why we are here. Why didn't you just change the money into wizarding cash and spend it at Diagon Alley?'
Harry sighed as he turned back to face her.
'Because, I want to buy things from the muggle world. I don't want to go shopping in a place where everyone knows who I am and will keep a record of what I am buying and I have never been to London before, except once with Hagrid and that doesn't count.'
'Do you want me to come with you or do you want to meet me at The Leaky Cauldron when you are finished?'
'Can I meet you there? I would rather get this done by myself.'
Hermione nodded and gave him a hug, before turning on her heel and walking towards some clothing shop that Harry shuddered at.
He yelled after her. 'I'll see you at twelve.'
She waved her hand without turning and Harry ran across the road to a small shop.
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Hermione had had a very successful shopping trip. She had bought a new pair of jeans, some new robes, she had purchased all of hers and Harry's school equipment and was enjoying a butterbeer at a table in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, by the fire, when she heard Harry's voice behind her.
'So, what do you think?'
She turned around and her mouth fell open. She mouthed, trying to make words come out, but failed. She squeezed her eyes shut and looked again. This time a faint squeaking came out. She reached across to the abandoned table next to her, and picking up an unfinished firewhisky she gulped in down in one. Finally when speech came she gasped out.
'What will Professor Dumbledore say?'
'He wont mind. He's an eccentric. He'll be cool with it.'
'But, but have you looked in a mirror?'
'Yes, I thought it looked good.'
Hermione gazed up at her brother. The smallish boy with enormous clothes had disappeared. Instead she didn't recognise him. Only his barely visible scar and voice gave him away.
Gone were his oversized hand-me-downs of Dudleys. Gone were the conservative clothes that the Grangers had given him. He was dressed in black denim jeans, a black shirt some sort, and a floor-length black leather jacket. A studded leather band was around his neck along with a silver chain with a silver and black pendant hung upon it. Lucifer was also curled around his neck.
But it was Harry's face that showed the most difference. Gone were the glasses that made him look so geeky and in their place were contacts. His eyes were rimmed with black with accentuated their greenness. Three small hoops and three studs decorated his left ear, while four studs, one hoop and silver dangling snake decorated his right . His left eyebrow was pierced, the right side of his nose and a ring went through his bottom lip. His fingers were covered with numerous rings and as he took off his jacket, as the fire was getting to warm, his black shirt was revealed as a tight singlet and exposed a phoenix tattooed to his back. His hair, has tucked behind one ear and, though Hermione hadn't noticed it until now, it had reached chin length. It was still very messy and that added thickness, so he didn't look like Snape. Bags at his feet showed Hermione that he had made many more purchases while he had been in London.
Hermione forced her eyes from his chiselled chest *he is your brother, he is your brother* back up t his face.
'Mum and dad are going to kill you.'
Harry looked distressed. 'Shit, I never thought of that. Don't you think they will like it?'
Hermione looked him up and down. 'Don't hold your breath.'
Harry looked excitedly at the streets of muggle London. Hermione stared at him, confused.
'Tell, me again why we are here. Why didn't you just change the money into wizarding cash and spend it at Diagon Alley?'
Harry sighed as he turned back to face her.
'Because, I want to buy things from the muggle world. I don't want to go shopping in a place where everyone knows who I am and will keep a record of what I am buying and I have never been to London before, except once with Hagrid and that doesn't count.'
'Do you want me to come with you or do you want to meet me at The Leaky Cauldron when you are finished?'
'Can I meet you there? I would rather get this done by myself.'
Hermione nodded and gave him a hug, before turning on her heel and walking towards some clothing shop that Harry shuddered at.
He yelled after her. 'I'll see you at twelve.'
She waved her hand without turning and Harry ran across the road to a small shop.
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Hermione had had a very successful shopping trip. She had bought a new pair of jeans, some new robes, she had purchased all of hers and Harry's school equipment and was enjoying a butterbeer at a table in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, by the fire, when she heard Harry's voice behind her.
'So, what do you think?'
She turned around and her mouth fell open. She mouthed, trying to make words come out, but failed. She squeezed her eyes shut and looked again. This time a faint squeaking came out. She reached across to the abandoned table next to her, and picking up an unfinished firewhisky she gulped in down in one. Finally when speech came she gasped out.
'What will Professor Dumbledore say?'
'He wont mind. He's an eccentric. He'll be cool with it.'
'But, but have you looked in a mirror?'
'Yes, I thought it looked good.'
Hermione gazed up at her brother. The smallish boy with enormous clothes had disappeared. Instead she didn't recognise him. Only his barely visible scar and voice gave him away.
Gone were his oversized hand-me-downs of Dudleys. Gone were the conservative clothes that the Grangers had given him. He was dressed in black denim jeans, a black shirt some sort, and a floor-length black leather jacket. A studded leather band was around his neck along with a silver chain with a silver and black pendant hung upon it. Lucifer was also curled around his neck.
But it was Harry's face that showed the most difference. Gone were the glasses that made him look so geeky and in their place were contacts. His eyes were rimmed with black with accentuated their greenness. Three small hoops and three studs decorated his left ear, while four studs, one hoop and silver dangling snake decorated his right . His left eyebrow was pierced, the right side of his nose and a ring went through his bottom lip. His fingers were covered with numerous rings and as he took off his jacket, as the fire was getting to warm, his black shirt was revealed as a tight singlet and exposed a phoenix tattooed to his back. His hair, has tucked behind one ear and, though Hermione hadn't noticed it until now, it had reached chin length. It was still very messy and that added thickness, so he didn't look like Snape. Bags at his feet showed Hermione that he had made many more purchases while he had been in London.
Hermione forced her eyes from his chiselled chest *he is your brother, he is your brother* back up t his face.
'Mum and dad are going to kill you.'
Harry looked distressed. 'Shit, I never thought of that. Don't you think they will like it?'
Hermione looked him up and down. 'Don't hold your breath.'