Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
Then Harry thrust out his arm for her and they walked back into the castle.
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Chapter Three: Getting Started On New Things
It was almost dark by the time Harry, Dobby and Hedwig returned to the pub to have their supper. Harry had stayed in Madame Klump's office talking, mostly about their educations. Harry learned that she was a graduate of Hogwarts also and had been a Hufflepuff in her days at the school. However, time got away from them quickly and Harry did need to return to the pub.
When Harry reached his room, he found Hedwig had gone out hunting to eat herself and Dobby getting the room ready for him. "Harry Potter, Harry Potter" squeaked Dobby, "everything is ready for to rest now."
"Thanks, Dobby" yawned Harry, "but I have a few more things to do before I turn in. Why don't you go ahead and go to sleep and I'll do my best not to wake you."
"Dobby is not needing his sleep as much as Harry Potter does, you's is off to bed or you's won't wake in the morning." beset Dobby.
Harry smiled, "I'll get up just fine, you know that." Dobby didn't look too convinced.
Harry then sat down at the desk and began making lists and notes of everything he could think of that had to do with the teaching post he just earned himself. 'Earned' he thought 'the first thing I think I've done in a long time that I felt like I earned.' However, Harry soon turned from his thought and began drafting lesson plans for each of the groups of students he would be teaching. After he had lesson plans for Defense Against the Dark Arts completed, he turned to his needs for his position as flying instructor and Quidditch coach.
First he decided that the goal posts and hoops were simply shot, they looked like something he once saw in "Quidditch Through the Ages" from about 200 hundred years ago. They would need to be replaced, but judging from everything else he saw at the little castle and the amount he was offered as salary, he highly suspected that they were on a tight budget. 'I'll figure something out' he thought to himself in the candle light. The brooms in the broom shed, however, were older than the school from the looks of them, they would have to be replaced as he wasn't some of them were even capable of flight, let alone a rider and that was a safety issue. He'd have to remember and ask Ron what he thought about which he brooms he would buy to replace the school brooms. 'That,' he thought 'would be something I'll replace myself, can't trust a board of governors about something that important.'
Finally after yawning every other minute Harry finally shrugged off his robes and slid into his bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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Early the next morning Harry was repeatedly bothered by someone trying to wake him up and he was having none of it. He kept pulling his covers over his head and turning over in his (almost) sleep and was building up to be rather grouchy for when he did finally wake up.
"Harry Potter, I's told you last night, you is needing your rest" warned Dobby, "now you's is getting up or Dobby is having to be drastic with you."
"uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn……" was Harry's reply
"Is you remembering the last time Harry Potter sir?" reminded Dobby "In the common room?"
Harry's eyes shot open with that remark, he did well remember the morning of his of N.E.W.T. exams that he had spent most of the night studying for and had asked Dobby to get him up no matter what. That morning he had also pulled the covers back up over his head and finally Dobby threw him out of the bed, down the dormitory stairs into the common wearing nothing but his scarlet boxers with the golden snitches on them. That would be the morning Colin was waiting with his camera to take a picture too.
"I wonder if Parvati still has those or not?" he mumbled as he tried to get out of bed to head for the shower.
Finally Dobby was able to pull Harry down to the pub for his breakfast before the train left that morning.
"Why don't we just apparate home instead of using the train?" Harry suggested "It would have been much quicker and I could have slept in later."
"No Harry Potter, you's paid for the ticket and the headmistress said you had to ride the train in order to find the school." replied Dobby.
"True, but that was because of the protections around the castle to make it difficult for wizards and muggles alike to find it. Now that we've seen it, we can find our way back, plus that doesn't include Honeychurch station, just the school." Harry said with a mouthful of bacon. "Besides, I want to get back to London, I have much to do and I need to get Ron and Hermione to help me with part of it."
Dobby thought about and gave in, as he always does when his Harry Potter needed or wanted something. So Harry paid their tab with the pub owner, shrunk his trunk to fit in his pocket and sent Hedwig on her away back to London, they disapparated with a pop and a crack.
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Harry and Dobby arrived back at Number 12, Grimmauld Place where they lived with Remus, Tonks and Winky. Though the five of them lived in the Black family's house, they didn't technically own it, as Sirius never left a will behind when he had died. The house and all the personal property of Sirius was transferred to the Black Family Trust, however, since Harry was his godson, he was a direct heir. So even though he doesn't own the house, they were allowed to live in it. The thought that amused Harry the most was that since Sirius was the eldest male living in the Black Family at the time of his mother's death he became the legal guardian of the trust. This in turn was transferred to Harry as guardian when Sirius died. Harry is two months older than Draco Malfoy, the other male heir of the Black Family Trust, which annoyed the blonde to no end when it was made legal. Also it helped a great deal that Dumbledore never removed the Fidilius Charm from the house, so even if the other Blacks wanted the house
back, they could never find it.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Harry called out as he opened the door to the house.
At first no one answered, not even the fowl painting of Mrs. Black, Siruis' dreadful mother, who had finally been removed from the wall and disposed of permanently.
Shortly after he graduated from Hogwarts and defeated the dark lord Harry moved into Grimmauld Place having no where else to go and absolutely refusing to return to Privet Drive, had become increasingly tired of the abusive woman's ranting and raving and decided to do something about it. Early one morning, he left the house, went to local DIY outlet and rented a small muggle chainsaw. Returning to the house, Harry charmed the painting so that she could never leave it and started the chainsaw up and cut along the edges of her painting into the wall and when the last cut was made she fell forward on her face screaming the whole time. Then Harry levitated the wall segment into the back yard and began to cut her into very small pieces which he then packed carefully into a box and magically sealed it shut, donned his cloak and apparated it off to the Island of Drear to live with the Quintapeds.
However, a few minutes later, Harry heard Tonks come barreling down the stairs saying "Wotcher Harry, isn't it nice that people can come and go from the house without her bellowing about it?" Harry just grinned.
"Where is everyone Tonks?" Harry asked
"Well Harry, Winky is around here somewhere, Remus had something to do today that all mysterious and I'm on my way out. Where were you last? Get lucky young man?"
Harry smiled at that, "No, I wish, I had a job interview yesterday and stayed the night at an inn near Honeychurch station."
"Never heard of it, where is it?" Tonks asked.
"Well, let me put it to you this way, if you were riding the train and blinked twice, you'd have missed it entirely." Harry replied.
Tonks laughed but left to go to work, while Harry decided that he needed to go to Diagon Alley and look for a few things on his list.
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Several hours later Harry found himself still going through book after book in Flourish and Blotts bookstore to find the best ones for his students. Harry finally gave up and decided to use the same ones he used when he took the classes, except for the Gilderoy Lockhart books, there were completely useless as was he. He figured after one year teaching form those books should give him a better idea which books would be better for his use.
After growing bored looking at books, Harry went to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to outfit himself as his new role as teacher. When Harry entered the shop he was mobbed by several of the shop girls. It was Madame Malkin herself who came to his rescue by saying "Girls, get back to your duties, I'll take care of Mister Potter personally."
Soon Harry was standing on a short stool in front of a three way mirror that kept cooing at him being fitted with several nice selections of everyday robes and new flying gear. Harry was very impressed with Madame Malkin's selections for him. While he was waiting for his robes to be altered, a woman with a young boy walked into the shop. It was painfully obvious that they were muggles, but they were a pleasant pair. One of the sales clerks asked "Hogwarts dear?" to which the woman replied, "No, Honeychurch." That was what caught Harry's ear.
"Well, that's a different uniform then isn't it?" replied the sales clerk with a smile and stood the boy up on a stool in front of the mirrors and began to take measurements. Harry swore he heard the mother ask Madame Malkin how much this was going to cost her, as it looked like they might be on a tight budget. So as soon as Harry had the shop owner's attention again, he asked if the lady was in financial straits, which it turned out she was. So Harry's big heart won out over good common sense and he told Madame Malkin, to put most of the expense on his bill and he would pay it. This earned a smile of pure admiration from the elderly witch.
After he paid his bill for his new robes, he returned to Flourish and Blotts and called the store manager over to him and told him the same thing he had told to Madame Malkin. The manager looked confused at first but when he saw the woman and her son come in, he understood completely and promised to bill Harry's Gringott's vault for the majority of the books they would buy that day.
After that Harry thought the woman and her son could handle the rest of her shopping on their own without any more help from him and so he was off to Weasley Wizard Wheezes to collect Ron for the next part of his plan to improve the Quidditch situation at the school.
Luckily for Harry that Ron was working for his brothers at their joke shop in Diagon Alley, even though he had started Auror training the same as Harry. Ron really wanted to be an Auror, but flunked out their second year. He was disappointed at first but after he had recuperated from his injury and the two years of solid training, he was rather relieved for it to be over. So after Ron was back on his feet and ready to look for a job the twins offered him one managing the store front for them while they were busy in the back creating new concoction for the store. Ron has been there ever since.
As Harry entered the store, he called out to his best friend, "Hey Ron."
"Harry, mate, your back earlier that we thought, how'd the interview go?" Ron responded.
"Alright I guess, they offered me the job, so I guess they were impressed me more than the other applicants." Harry shrugged.
"I bet it's more like you blew the competition off their brooms." grinned Ron.
"Oh speaking of brooms, you'll never guess what else happened. I'm not only teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I'm also the flying instructor and Quidditch coach for the school."
Ron's eyes bugged out and said, "Only you could get a teaching job in the two subjects you're the best at."
Harry just grinned, but continued to tell Ron about how the pitch was in dreadful shape and how they've not had a decent flying instructor for five years and how they'd not had a Quidditch game in the same time period.
"FIVE YEARS?" Ron screamed wide-eyed, causing his two brothers to come from the back.
"Hey Harry" they chorused together, "what's up with Ron screaming and scaring away all the customers?"
"What customer's" asked Harry, "there hasn't been any since I walked in here."
"You see..." Fred started, and George finished "…you scared them all off." while laughing the whole time.
"Well I'm glad you two are up front now, I need to borrow Ron for awhile to help me with a new project I have to work on about Quidditch." Harry said with a look of determination and before either of the twins could react, Harry pulled Ron out of the shop and headed straight to Quality Quidditch Supply.
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When Harry and Ron entered the store they both went to look at the broom selections it provided and began to speculate with brooms would be the most cost effective. Which would be the most durable and long lived?
"What do you think about the Nimbus series Ron? They are a good durable broom even though they do develop a slight lisp in their bristles as they age."
"Nah, I was think more along the lines of the Cleansweep series, less speed, but more pliant to wear and tear and they age better, so you can keep them serviced for a longer period if you need to." Ron said sagely.
Harry thought about it and decided that Ron was probably correct on the maintenance issue, but really wanted to get something with some speed to it, so that the students can have the thrill of really flying that he enjoyed so much when he was their age.
"I'm telling yah mate, the Cleansweeps are the way to go if you're really serious about doing this right." chided Ron.
Soon a salesman noticed the pair over by the broom display and slid over to them in order to help them make a selection. "Looking for something new gentlemen?" he asked.
Harry turned around and started to ask how bulk pricing when the salesman turned white and started sputtering…."Y'y'y'our Ha ha ha Harry Pa pa pa potter!"
Ron smirked and said "Yes, he is and I'm Ron Weasley, pleased to meet you mate." and grabbed the salesman's hand and shook it grandly. Harry laughed out loud.
The salesman quickly realized that he had just made a fool of himself and tried to recover by asking if there were any questions he could answer for them.
"Yes, actually there is something you can answer for me, how much for two dozen Cleansweeps?" Harry asked innocently.
"Two dozen Mister Potter? Why would you need two dozen brooms?" the salesman asked incredulously.
"Well, I'm donating them to a school because their existing brooms are in poor condition and they need something new to start the new school with." Harry replied matter-of-factly.
"How nice sir, a little gift to your alma mater I suppose, let me look that up you, as I may be able to get a bulk rate price." the salesman stated.
"Actually, their not for Hogwarts, I want to give them to the Honeychurch Institute of Magic to restart their Quidditch program." said Harry as though it were something he did everyday, trying his best to not get the salesman's curiosity up. He really didn't want to find the school overcrowded with reporters when he went to move their in a month.
"Honeychurch? Didn't they close that school down several years ago?"
"As far as I can tell they are still open." Harry said, hoping maybe he hadn't dreamed the whole thing and that the school was indeed still there and not a smoldering ruin as he had first thought.
"Here we go Mister Potter here is the price for the number you requested, will there be anything else?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "a proper set of balls."
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed my story so far. Thanks for the feed back, I really enjoyed it.
By Darkmoore
Then Harry thrust out his arm for her and they walked back into the castle.
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Chapter Three: Getting Started On New Things
It was almost dark by the time Harry, Dobby and Hedwig returned to the pub to have their supper. Harry had stayed in Madame Klump's office talking, mostly about their educations. Harry learned that she was a graduate of Hogwarts also and had been a Hufflepuff in her days at the school. However, time got away from them quickly and Harry did need to return to the pub.
When Harry reached his room, he found Hedwig had gone out hunting to eat herself and Dobby getting the room ready for him. "Harry Potter, Harry Potter" squeaked Dobby, "everything is ready for to rest now."
"Thanks, Dobby" yawned Harry, "but I have a few more things to do before I turn in. Why don't you go ahead and go to sleep and I'll do my best not to wake you."
"Dobby is not needing his sleep as much as Harry Potter does, you's is off to bed or you's won't wake in the morning." beset Dobby.
Harry smiled, "I'll get up just fine, you know that." Dobby didn't look too convinced.
Harry then sat down at the desk and began making lists and notes of everything he could think of that had to do with the teaching post he just earned himself. 'Earned' he thought 'the first thing I think I've done in a long time that I felt like I earned.' However, Harry soon turned from his thought and began drafting lesson plans for each of the groups of students he would be teaching. After he had lesson plans for Defense Against the Dark Arts completed, he turned to his needs for his position as flying instructor and Quidditch coach.
First he decided that the goal posts and hoops were simply shot, they looked like something he once saw in "Quidditch Through the Ages" from about 200 hundred years ago. They would need to be replaced, but judging from everything else he saw at the little castle and the amount he was offered as salary, he highly suspected that they were on a tight budget. 'I'll figure something out' he thought to himself in the candle light. The brooms in the broom shed, however, were older than the school from the looks of them, they would have to be replaced as he wasn't some of them were even capable of flight, let alone a rider and that was a safety issue. He'd have to remember and ask Ron what he thought about which he brooms he would buy to replace the school brooms. 'That,' he thought 'would be something I'll replace myself, can't trust a board of governors about something that important.'
Finally after yawning every other minute Harry finally shrugged off his robes and slid into his bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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Early the next morning Harry was repeatedly bothered by someone trying to wake him up and he was having none of it. He kept pulling his covers over his head and turning over in his (almost) sleep and was building up to be rather grouchy for when he did finally wake up.
"Harry Potter, I's told you last night, you is needing your rest" warned Dobby, "now you's is getting up or Dobby is having to be drastic with you."
"uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn……" was Harry's reply
"Is you remembering the last time Harry Potter sir?" reminded Dobby "In the common room?"
Harry's eyes shot open with that remark, he did well remember the morning of his of N.E.W.T. exams that he had spent most of the night studying for and had asked Dobby to get him up no matter what. That morning he had also pulled the covers back up over his head and finally Dobby threw him out of the bed, down the dormitory stairs into the common wearing nothing but his scarlet boxers with the golden snitches on them. That would be the morning Colin was waiting with his camera to take a picture too.
"I wonder if Parvati still has those or not?" he mumbled as he tried to get out of bed to head for the shower.
Finally Dobby was able to pull Harry down to the pub for his breakfast before the train left that morning.
"Why don't we just apparate home instead of using the train?" Harry suggested "It would have been much quicker and I could have slept in later."
"No Harry Potter, you's paid for the ticket and the headmistress said you had to ride the train in order to find the school." replied Dobby.
"True, but that was because of the protections around the castle to make it difficult for wizards and muggles alike to find it. Now that we've seen it, we can find our way back, plus that doesn't include Honeychurch station, just the school." Harry said with a mouthful of bacon. "Besides, I want to get back to London, I have much to do and I need to get Ron and Hermione to help me with part of it."
Dobby thought about and gave in, as he always does when his Harry Potter needed or wanted something. So Harry paid their tab with the pub owner, shrunk his trunk to fit in his pocket and sent Hedwig on her away back to London, they disapparated with a pop and a crack.
* * * * *
Harry and Dobby arrived back at Number 12, Grimmauld Place where they lived with Remus, Tonks and Winky. Though the five of them lived in the Black family's house, they didn't technically own it, as Sirius never left a will behind when he had died. The house and all the personal property of Sirius was transferred to the Black Family Trust, however, since Harry was his godson, he was a direct heir. So even though he doesn't own the house, they were allowed to live in it. The thought that amused Harry the most was that since Sirius was the eldest male living in the Black Family at the time of his mother's death he became the legal guardian of the trust. This in turn was transferred to Harry as guardian when Sirius died. Harry is two months older than Draco Malfoy, the other male heir of the Black Family Trust, which annoyed the blonde to no end when it was made legal. Also it helped a great deal that Dumbledore never removed the Fidilius Charm from the house, so even if the other Blacks wanted the house
back, they could never find it.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Harry called out as he opened the door to the house.
At first no one answered, not even the fowl painting of Mrs. Black, Siruis' dreadful mother, who had finally been removed from the wall and disposed of permanently.
Shortly after he graduated from Hogwarts and defeated the dark lord Harry moved into Grimmauld Place having no where else to go and absolutely refusing to return to Privet Drive, had become increasingly tired of the abusive woman's ranting and raving and decided to do something about it. Early one morning, he left the house, went to local DIY outlet and rented a small muggle chainsaw. Returning to the house, Harry charmed the painting so that she could never leave it and started the chainsaw up and cut along the edges of her painting into the wall and when the last cut was made she fell forward on her face screaming the whole time. Then Harry levitated the wall segment into the back yard and began to cut her into very small pieces which he then packed carefully into a box and magically sealed it shut, donned his cloak and apparated it off to the Island of Drear to live with the Quintapeds.
However, a few minutes later, Harry heard Tonks come barreling down the stairs saying "Wotcher Harry, isn't it nice that people can come and go from the house without her bellowing about it?" Harry just grinned.
"Where is everyone Tonks?" Harry asked
"Well Harry, Winky is around here somewhere, Remus had something to do today that all mysterious and I'm on my way out. Where were you last? Get lucky young man?"
Harry smiled at that, "No, I wish, I had a job interview yesterday and stayed the night at an inn near Honeychurch station."
"Never heard of it, where is it?" Tonks asked.
"Well, let me put it to you this way, if you were riding the train and blinked twice, you'd have missed it entirely." Harry replied.
Tonks laughed but left to go to work, while Harry decided that he needed to go to Diagon Alley and look for a few things on his list.
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Several hours later Harry found himself still going through book after book in Flourish and Blotts bookstore to find the best ones for his students. Harry finally gave up and decided to use the same ones he used when he took the classes, except for the Gilderoy Lockhart books, there were completely useless as was he. He figured after one year teaching form those books should give him a better idea which books would be better for his use.
After growing bored looking at books, Harry went to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to outfit himself as his new role as teacher. When Harry entered the shop he was mobbed by several of the shop girls. It was Madame Malkin herself who came to his rescue by saying "Girls, get back to your duties, I'll take care of Mister Potter personally."
Soon Harry was standing on a short stool in front of a three way mirror that kept cooing at him being fitted with several nice selections of everyday robes and new flying gear. Harry was very impressed with Madame Malkin's selections for him. While he was waiting for his robes to be altered, a woman with a young boy walked into the shop. It was painfully obvious that they were muggles, but they were a pleasant pair. One of the sales clerks asked "Hogwarts dear?" to which the woman replied, "No, Honeychurch." That was what caught Harry's ear.
"Well, that's a different uniform then isn't it?" replied the sales clerk with a smile and stood the boy up on a stool in front of the mirrors and began to take measurements. Harry swore he heard the mother ask Madame Malkin how much this was going to cost her, as it looked like they might be on a tight budget. So as soon as Harry had the shop owner's attention again, he asked if the lady was in financial straits, which it turned out she was. So Harry's big heart won out over good common sense and he told Madame Malkin, to put most of the expense on his bill and he would pay it. This earned a smile of pure admiration from the elderly witch.
After he paid his bill for his new robes, he returned to Flourish and Blotts and called the store manager over to him and told him the same thing he had told to Madame Malkin. The manager looked confused at first but when he saw the woman and her son come in, he understood completely and promised to bill Harry's Gringott's vault for the majority of the books they would buy that day.
After that Harry thought the woman and her son could handle the rest of her shopping on their own without any more help from him and so he was off to Weasley Wizard Wheezes to collect Ron for the next part of his plan to improve the Quidditch situation at the school.
Luckily for Harry that Ron was working for his brothers at their joke shop in Diagon Alley, even though he had started Auror training the same as Harry. Ron really wanted to be an Auror, but flunked out their second year. He was disappointed at first but after he had recuperated from his injury and the two years of solid training, he was rather relieved for it to be over. So after Ron was back on his feet and ready to look for a job the twins offered him one managing the store front for them while they were busy in the back creating new concoction for the store. Ron has been there ever since.
As Harry entered the store, he called out to his best friend, "Hey Ron."
"Harry, mate, your back earlier that we thought, how'd the interview go?" Ron responded.
"Alright I guess, they offered me the job, so I guess they were impressed me more than the other applicants." Harry shrugged.
"I bet it's more like you blew the competition off their brooms." grinned Ron.
"Oh speaking of brooms, you'll never guess what else happened. I'm not only teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I'm also the flying instructor and Quidditch coach for the school."
Ron's eyes bugged out and said, "Only you could get a teaching job in the two subjects you're the best at."
Harry just grinned, but continued to tell Ron about how the pitch was in dreadful shape and how they've not had a decent flying instructor for five years and how they'd not had a Quidditch game in the same time period.
"FIVE YEARS?" Ron screamed wide-eyed, causing his two brothers to come from the back.
"Hey Harry" they chorused together, "what's up with Ron screaming and scaring away all the customers?"
"What customer's" asked Harry, "there hasn't been any since I walked in here."
"You see..." Fred started, and George finished "…you scared them all off." while laughing the whole time.
"Well I'm glad you two are up front now, I need to borrow Ron for awhile to help me with a new project I have to work on about Quidditch." Harry said with a look of determination and before either of the twins could react, Harry pulled Ron out of the shop and headed straight to Quality Quidditch Supply.
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When Harry and Ron entered the store they both went to look at the broom selections it provided and began to speculate with brooms would be the most cost effective. Which would be the most durable and long lived?
"What do you think about the Nimbus series Ron? They are a good durable broom even though they do develop a slight lisp in their bristles as they age."
"Nah, I was think more along the lines of the Cleansweep series, less speed, but more pliant to wear and tear and they age better, so you can keep them serviced for a longer period if you need to." Ron said sagely.
Harry thought about it and decided that Ron was probably correct on the maintenance issue, but really wanted to get something with some speed to it, so that the students can have the thrill of really flying that he enjoyed so much when he was their age.
"I'm telling yah mate, the Cleansweeps are the way to go if you're really serious about doing this right." chided Ron.
Soon a salesman noticed the pair over by the broom display and slid over to them in order to help them make a selection. "Looking for something new gentlemen?" he asked.
Harry turned around and started to ask how bulk pricing when the salesman turned white and started sputtering…."Y'y'y'our Ha ha ha Harry Pa pa pa potter!"
Ron smirked and said "Yes, he is and I'm Ron Weasley, pleased to meet you mate." and grabbed the salesman's hand and shook it grandly. Harry laughed out loud.
The salesman quickly realized that he had just made a fool of himself and tried to recover by asking if there were any questions he could answer for them.
"Yes, actually there is something you can answer for me, how much for two dozen Cleansweeps?" Harry asked innocently.
"Two dozen Mister Potter? Why would you need two dozen brooms?" the salesman asked incredulously.
"Well, I'm donating them to a school because their existing brooms are in poor condition and they need something new to start the new school with." Harry replied matter-of-factly.
"How nice sir, a little gift to your alma mater I suppose, let me look that up you, as I may be able to get a bulk rate price." the salesman stated.
"Actually, their not for Hogwarts, I want to give them to the Honeychurch Institute of Magic to restart their Quidditch program." said Harry as though it were something he did everyday, trying his best to not get the salesman's curiosity up. He really didn't want to find the school overcrowded with reporters when he went to move their in a month.
"Honeychurch? Didn't they close that school down several years ago?"
"As far as I can tell they are still open." Harry said, hoping maybe he hadn't dreamed the whole thing and that the school was indeed still there and not a smoldering ruin as he had first thought.
"Here we go Mister Potter here is the price for the number you requested, will there be anything else?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "a proper set of balls."
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed my story so far. Thanks for the feed back, I really enjoyed it.