Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, so, strangely enough, belong to the author of the Harry Potter series, J.K Rowling. Behold me messing with them.
A/N: I live in Australia. I know hardly anything about London. I made that whole thing up; so don't expect it to be geographically correct or anything. Also, please go back and read chapter 5. I've realised that the whole thing didn't upload the first time: That has been fixed.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
I rolled over to slam off my alarm clock. It was already off. What? My eyes snapped open. Harry was standing over me, ready to let off another chorus of beeps.
"Harry! Shut up!" I yelled.
"You've turned that damned thing off twice already. If you don't get up now, we'll miss the train." He was trying to frown while laughing at the same time. London! Clutching the covers to myself, I sat up.
"Sorry Harry. You go get dressed; I'll go have a shower. Pop some toast on will you?" I pleaded and he walked out of the room with a nod.
I jumped in the shower in a hurry. I couldn't believe I'd slept in again. I never sleep in at school, what's wrong with me now? Thank God Harry's here. After I was out of the shower, I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt, dragged a brush through my hair while attempted to blow-dry it straight, and put on a little makeup. Something about the city made me want to look a little better than usual.
When I got downstairs, I found Harry in the kitchen. A true domestic man. I had to smile at that. And it seemed by now that he was a bona-fide expert with a toaster, as I was presented with two perfect pieces of toast with Marmite upon entering the kitchen. I raised an eyebrow.
"You realised that we're not allowed to use magic outside of school?"
It was his turn to poke out his tongue.
"Just eat it, sloth-woman".
I looked down at his clothing. I rolled my eyes.
"Great, people are going to think we're twins who let our mother dress us".
He looked down, then at me. We were both wearing jeans and black t-shirts. He let out a laugh.
"Oh well, perhaps we can be Siamese twins" he said, with an atrocious attempt at an eyebrow-wiggle, came over and pushed his hip against mine. "Joined at the hip".
The train ride was rather boring and tedious. I think we annoyed our fellow commuters because even in crowds, Harry made us link arms, insisting we were now "Joined at the elbow". I was glad he was happy, that he hadn't been upset about Sirius all day. I planned on keeping it that way. When we got off at King's Cross Station, we both looked at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and the way everyone walked straight past it. And then we went into the city.
Harry was entranced by it. The only proper "shopping" he'd ever done was at Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, where he was rich from his account at Gringotts. Outside the wizarding world, he was just a boy having a good time on little money.
I took high down the high street, and we peered in the windows of designer clothing shops. We loitered around the famous Harrods until a security guard approached. We had lunch at Maccy D's. Then I took him to a little record and CD store I knew. Harry was just familiar with CDs, so rifling through shelves of records was an odd experience for him. Finally, I took him to my favourite shop in the city, Reba's Reads, a gorgeous bookstore. It was average-sized, but absolutely overflowing with books, ranging from rare and second-hand, to new bestsellers. I could've spent a whole day there (in fact, I had before), but we had to leave all too soon.
And the whole time, we were attached. For convenience purposes, usually at the elbow. We once tried to walk attached at the hip on a sidewalk and it resulted in public shame for both of us when confronted with a woman pushing a stroller.
We got home just before my parents. Harry had just said, "Thanks for a great day out" and was leaning over to give me a hug when my parents walked in. Oh God! This must look bad. Harry pulled back, and just grinned at me parents. The nerve! My parents were smiling back.
"So, how was your day?" Mum asked with a queer grin.
"Good" I said shortly.
"London was great. Hermione even showed me Reba's Reads" Harry rambled on to my parents. They seemed happy at this.
We had dinner in front of the T.V that night, watching the news. My parents we on one couch, Harry and I on the other. I couldn't help but notice that they kept glancing at us while we ate and chatted. It was only an almost-hug! I wanted to scream. But I kept silent. They left the room when we put on a video. I was tempted to move over to the other couch just to prove them wrong, but I didn't wan to offend Harry. And it was nice to have someone to lean on when I got tired. When it was over, he leaned his head next to my mine.
"Do you think I'll hear from him soon?" I heard him whisper. I was petrified. There was always the chance that Voldemort had got to Sirius.
"Yes, definitely" I said firmly.
We got up simultaneously. Time for bed. As we got up to my door, Harry said to me "Thanks again for today". He gave me a hug and I muttered "No problem".
These hugs were starting to screw me up.
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