Harry and Hermione decided to first go and get Harry's money then proceed to find a familiar adult to mend Hermione's ankle. A few minutes later they stepped back into the sunlit streets blinking to keep the sun out of there eyes the best they could, Hermione now on Harry's back. Harry had a pocket full of English pounds. He found it quite a bit lighter than the usual Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Bronze Knuts that were always clinking around in his pocket.
"Shall we try Olivanders?" Hermione's voice startled Harry back into reality.
"What? Oh yeah that'd be good." He replied. They walked up the long street until they came to the familiar sign that read 'Olivanders Makers of fine wands scence 500 B.C.'. They walked in and were pleased to find Mr. Olivander behind his desk.
"Ahhh.... Mr. Potter! Come in! Come in!" He said making a welcoming gesture with his hands. "And I'm so sorry dear! I do remember selling a wand to you but your name escapes me at the moment!"
"Hermione." She replied politely.
"Ahhh yes! Hermione Granger! Cedar 12 1/2 inches and unicorn hair if memory serves me well."
"Why... yes!" Hermione seemed shocked. Harry wasn't in the least though. When he had come here in his first year he had heard Mr. Olivander repeat which wand he had sold to 3 different people by memory: his mum, his dad, and Voldemort. Hermione looked at Harry amazed and he just smiled back.
"Oh yes! Mr. Olivander? Um you see Hermione had a bit of an accident and we were wondering if you could fix a sprained ankle." Harry said remembering why they had come in the first place.
"Why of course! Has Hermione sprained hers?" He questioned.
"Yes could you please?" Harry answered gesturing to her ankle, which had swelled up to the size of a baseball bat.
"OH MY!" He looked very surprised and whipped his wand out quickly. He muttered something that Harry could not make out and Hermione's foot immediately went back to normal. She sprung up.
"THANK YOU!" She exclaimed flexing her foot and staring at it.
"Oh you're quite welcome dear!" Mr. Olivander beamed at her.
"Well thanks again! Come on Harry we've only got another 5 hours!" Harry groaned and smiled at Mr. Olivander. He smiled knowingly right back at them until Hermione had dragged Harry out the door.
"Where are you taking me?" Harry questioned.
"I told you! We're going to London to shop!" Harry rolled his eyes and followed Hermione through the barrier, which separated the wizarding world from the muggle world.
Harry had never been shopping before and had no idea what to expect. He had always heard it was boring though. He took a look at the brightly decorated display outside as Hermione yanked him into the first of many shops. Well it doesn't look too bad he thought.
"Hello may I be of any assistance?" A male attendant had swarmed them as soon as they walked in the door. Harry was surprised at this and was even more surprised at how he was eying Hermione. Harry suddenly felt a little pang of an unknown feeling he couldn't explain. He pretended to be leaning over looking at a pair of sunglasses so the attendant would notice him and Hermione holding hands as Hermione politely replied.
"No thank you. We're just browsing."
"Well call if you need me." He seemed far less enthusiastic once he had seen Harry and Hermione holding hands. Hermione giggled and walked through the shop towards the back as Harry followed slowly behind.
"Okay Harry. Go get a cart. I have a feeling this is going to be really fun!" Hermione said eyeing the huge men section. All Harry did was smile.
"Shall we try Olivanders?" Hermione's voice startled Harry back into reality.
"What? Oh yeah that'd be good." He replied. They walked up the long street until they came to the familiar sign that read 'Olivanders Makers of fine wands scence 500 B.C.'. They walked in and were pleased to find Mr. Olivander behind his desk.
"Ahhh.... Mr. Potter! Come in! Come in!" He said making a welcoming gesture with his hands. "And I'm so sorry dear! I do remember selling a wand to you but your name escapes me at the moment!"
"Hermione." She replied politely.
"Ahhh yes! Hermione Granger! Cedar 12 1/2 inches and unicorn hair if memory serves me well."
"Why... yes!" Hermione seemed shocked. Harry wasn't in the least though. When he had come here in his first year he had heard Mr. Olivander repeat which wand he had sold to 3 different people by memory: his mum, his dad, and Voldemort. Hermione looked at Harry amazed and he just smiled back.
"Oh yes! Mr. Olivander? Um you see Hermione had a bit of an accident and we were wondering if you could fix a sprained ankle." Harry said remembering why they had come in the first place.
"Why of course! Has Hermione sprained hers?" He questioned.
"Yes could you please?" Harry answered gesturing to her ankle, which had swelled up to the size of a baseball bat.
"OH MY!" He looked very surprised and whipped his wand out quickly. He muttered something that Harry could not make out and Hermione's foot immediately went back to normal. She sprung up.
"THANK YOU!" She exclaimed flexing her foot and staring at it.
"Oh you're quite welcome dear!" Mr. Olivander beamed at her.
"Well thanks again! Come on Harry we've only got another 5 hours!" Harry groaned and smiled at Mr. Olivander. He smiled knowingly right back at them until Hermione had dragged Harry out the door.
"Where are you taking me?" Harry questioned.
"I told you! We're going to London to shop!" Harry rolled his eyes and followed Hermione through the barrier, which separated the wizarding world from the muggle world.
Harry had never been shopping before and had no idea what to expect. He had always heard it was boring though. He took a look at the brightly decorated display outside as Hermione yanked him into the first of many shops. Well it doesn't look too bad he thought.
"Hello may I be of any assistance?" A male attendant had swarmed them as soon as they walked in the door. Harry was surprised at this and was even more surprised at how he was eying Hermione. Harry suddenly felt a little pang of an unknown feeling he couldn't explain. He pretended to be leaning over looking at a pair of sunglasses so the attendant would notice him and Hermione holding hands as Hermione politely replied.
"No thank you. We're just browsing."
"Well call if you need me." He seemed far less enthusiastic once he had seen Harry and Hermione holding hands. Hermione giggled and walked through the shop towards the back as Harry followed slowly behind.
"Okay Harry. Go get a cart. I have a feeling this is going to be really fun!" Hermione said eyeing the huge men section. All Harry did was smile.