Wow! Even more great reviews! I tried the best I could with this chapter and I hope everyone likes it. In answer to someone's question about why the Weasleys don't live in paradise if they have so much money now is because they leave their home too much to ever leave it. Oh, and in case you were wondering the new spells you see in the chapters are real Latin. Fabrica means to trade and Obsidus Bardus means block stupidity.

Chapter Four:

Hermione's Admirer

     The next week at Hermione's house couldn't have gone better; despite the fact that Mr. Weasley broke almost everything he touched (Harry knew this was happening from the repeated apologies and mutterings of, "Reparo!" Mr. Weasley constantly uttered). No one bothered to tell him that muggles didn't microwave their cereal.

     It was during breakfast one morning, while Mr. Weasley was enjoying his fourth bowl of warm cereal that the muggle post arrived with more. This ordinarily uninteresting daily event would mean more this morning to Harry, Ron and Hermione than ever before.

"Hermione dearest, come here please! There's a letter for you!" beckoned Mrs. Granger.

     Frowning slightly, Hermione stood up and walked over to her mother to receive her letter. Harry and Ron went to join her. When Harry saw the return address he nearly fainted. The return address read: Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey, England.

"What's that you got there? A love letter from Vicky?" asked Ron interrogatingly.

"Why, would Viktor send something by muggle post?" asked Hermione missing the sarcasm.

     Hermione hastily opened the letter, read it, gasped and dropped it. Then she bent down to pick it up, her face was bright pink.  Harry quickly swooped down, seized the letter and read it for himself:

Dear Hermione,

     It is my lady; O it is my love!

    O that she knew she were!-   …

     See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!   …

     O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

     Harry nearly collapsed from laughter, for he knew who it was that was behind that message, and how he had done it. It was none other than Dudley Dursley who had committed plagiarism to write that letter, for his mother; Harry's Aunt Petunia, had the complete works of William Shakespeare on her shelf in the study back at Privet Drive. Dunce Dudley probably thought that this would be a safe passage to use because it was from some old dead guy.

Once Ron, who had been peering over Harry's shoulder had finished reading it he said with disgust, "How low can you go? Only losers write like that!"

"You wouldn't know, but this was written by the best muggle writer of all time!" snapped Hermione now back to herself.

"What?! The 'Greatest Writer of All Time' is your admirer, is he?" replied Ron snorting with laughter.

"Don't be thick! He's dead! I'm saying whoever wrote it copied down his work, but he picked a very lovely passage to copy," said Hermione with a dreamy look upon her face.

Harry couldn't hold back any longer, "It's Dudley! He's such a git! First he probably copied that down by guessing right and he put his return address on the envelope! Anyone who knew him could tell he sent it!"

     Ron actually collapsed with laughter and Hermione looked as though all her birthdays had been cancelled for the rest of her life. Ron heaved himself up and read the return address.

"Hey, you're right. It is from your cousin's house!" exclaimed Ron.

     Hermione then snatched up the envelope and read the return address for herself. Then blushing even more she said,

"Well, I suppose you're right! But, I for one thought he was very thoughtful and sensitive!"

     Now it was Harry who chortled as he struggled to stop laughing. He felt like he had already cracked a rib or two. Dudley thoughtful and sensitive? What was Hermione on?

     Hermione didn't talk to Harry or Ron for a large portion of the day. Their only entertainment was sitting around watching Mr. Weasley trying to understand the computer, and it wasn't until Mr. Weasley's fifth Repairing Charm that Hermione said anything;

"We're going to Diagon Alley."

     Ron and Harry were eager to go anywhere and they went walked off with Hermione.

"Mum and Dad say we could go by ourselves since we're sixth years and old enough," beamed Hermione.

So after using Hermione's fireplace they burst out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry, Ron and Hermione then set off for Diagon Alley.

After they were inside the small alleyway filled with all sorts of magical shops and restaurants Hermione asked, "Where to begin? Gringotts, I expect?"

     They then set off to Gringotts, the wizard bank to get their gold. The three strode past the terrifying goblin tellers and gathered their funds. Ron a little over-whelmed at having access to an account of his own. 

"Which place should we go first?" asked Ron looking at his list.

"Oh, I guess we could get our books for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It will be in this shop," answered Hermione pointing to an unusual shop that had a roof shaped like a pyramid.

"What? Why wouldn't it be in Flourish and Blotts?" asked Ron looking at the pyramid store incredulously.

"Don't you know? The book we were assigned is an ancient Egyptian book-Rare and out of print. It won't be in any normal wizarding bookstore," answered Hermione.

"Ancient Egyptian? So our new teacher is Egyptian?" asked Harry as they began to walk towards the store which was called, Papyrus Relics.

"Not necessarily. He or she could just appreciate the Egyptian Defensive Arts. The Egyptian wizards were superb in Defensive Arts," replied Hermione opening the door for the other two.

     It was the most peculiar shop he had ever been in, not including the one Harry had been in Knockturn Alley. The room was filled with peculiar, gold objects. Then a misty voice that reminded Harry of his Divination teacher spoke,

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

     The voice belonged to a tanned woman with gold chains and beads dangling from her arms. She had green eyes just like Harry and she gave him a warm smile though Harry couldn't remember if he had met her before.

"Yes, we're looking for three copies of The Forgotten Arts: Ancient Self-Protection please," responded Hermione.

"You're the first students to come here to buy the actual original book in my shop. I know it is on the Hogwarts list this year. People have been buying re-printings at Flourish and Blotts. I'm glad you decided to buy the genuine book, it will be well worth it." beamed the woman.

     She walked off and a few moments later returned with three enormous golden books. She gave one each of them and they followed her up to the counter.

"That will be nine galleons each," stated the witch with more warm smiles.

     Ron choked but coughed up the money. Once they had paid for the most expensive book ever printed they set off for Flourish and Blotts.

"Why, exactly couldn't we be like everybody else and buy re-printings?" asked Ron.

"Oh, stop! The reprinting would probably only be two galleons less and we're better off because we have original copies!" beamed Hermione.

     Once they had set foot in the shop they were face-to-face with utter chaos. Students and parents were exclaiming in dismay and shop clerks were looking harassed.

"We have run out of The Forgotten Arts: Ancient Self-Protection. We're sorry for any inconvenience," stated a voice that rang across the shop.

     There were groans from an extremely long line and almost the entire line traipsed out of the shop.

"Didn't I tell you?" reminded Hermione with a very haughty look on her face.

When they walked over to the clerk he said,

"I'm sorry but we have just announce-"

"We've already got those," interrupted Ron. Then handing all three book lists to the clerk he added, "We need three each of the rest of the books here though."

Once they had their numerous books the clerk told them, "That book was so old and no one ever bought it so we never had many of them in stock."

After the three exited the shop, Hermione looked at her list again and stated,

"Well, all we need now are those Note-Keepers."

     Off they went, down the alley past many interesting windows. They finally reached a store that Harry had never seen before, called Marvin's Magic Mirrors. Now they would have their chance to buy their Note-Keepers.

"Bargain! Twenty Galleons each! Five more for color!" proclaimed a tall string bean of a wizard with wispy hair in a rumpled inky robe who had to be Marvin.

"Wow… that's a lot of money isn't it?" asked Hermione, not really expecting an answer.

"Tell me about it," said Ron at the thought of having to part with an even larger portion of his new-found wealth.

"Excuse me… erm… Marvin?" began Harry.

"Yes, sir!" answered Marvin but when he saw Harry and his eyes raced up to the old scar and he exclaimed, "Harry Potter! In my shop! Oh! Oh! Oh… um… what would you like!"

     Marvin half-shouted this, which made every one's heads turn. When people recognized Harry they pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves, but Harry was used to this.

"We need three Color Note-Keepers with Outernet Access please," answered Harry gesturing towards Ron and Hermione.

"What colors please?" asked Marvin who was determined to properly pitch the wonders of his Note-Keepers.

"I'll have green," answered Harry.

"Blue, please (Harry had to laugh, no surprise there; after all their whole house was blue)," replied Hermione.

"Orange," said Ron and when Marvin left to get them he added, "In honor of the Chudley Cannons."

     Harry laughed at this and started to tease Ron about the team's unlikely chances this year, but was cut short by the return of Marvin and the piercing stares of everyone in the shop."

"That'll be twenty-five galleons each please," stated Marvin handing Harry a metallic green Note-Keeper, "I need your wand for a moment too." I need to tune the Keepers to your individual settings.

     After Harry, Ron and Hermione had their Note-Keepers properly tuned, they off for Madam Malkin's for they all needed new robes. Once they had been thoroughly pinned and prodded during the fitting of the new robes Hermione stated,

"I'm starving! Let's get something to eat."

"Anywhere particular you feel like going?" asked Ron grimacing slightly as he jingled the small bit of change remaining in his pocket.

"Oh… um… how about Hayrick's?" asked Hermione, "I've never eaten there before."

"That's fine with me, I've never eaten there either," said Harry.

     Once they made their way to the restaurant they found themselves a table near the kitchen. A waiter was carrying a large amount of plates…

CRASH!

The waiter had fallen and all the food and plates fell to the floor. Harry looked near the mess and saw a fellow student at Hogwarts, Seamus Finnegan, hesitate, look around the rooms, point his wand at the mess and say,

"Scourgify!" he shouted looking quite pleased with himself

     The mess disappeared; the waiter thanked Seamus and ran back off to the kitchens.

"I think it's very odd we're allowed to do magic this year," stated Hermione.

"Why? Can't all sixth years?" said Harry, surprised.

"No, nobody was allowed to because of people like Fred and George," answered Ron.

"I wonder why Dumbledore changed the rule then," said Harry.

"Well, I think he wanted to allow you to defend yourself if the need should arise," explained Hermione matter-of-factly.

"Dumbledore wouldn't change the rule just for that," replied Harry.

"Don't be thick! You think Dumbledore is going to change the rule from no magic over the summer to Harry Potter can use magic over the summer?" stated Ron.

"Exactly, he wanted it to seem natural and he probably wanted to let the people you would be around with able to use magic too," added Hermione.

"I suppose you're right, I mean you always are," said Harry dismissing the topic.

     After there meal Harry, Ron and Hermione traipsed back to the Leaky Cauldron with their shopping and were on their way to Number Ten Bliss Place.