Chapter Two – Diagon Alley
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A tall boy with wavy brown hair and grey eyes fell from the fireplace, throwing his arms out to catch himself before falling to the ash covered floor. A young, but exhausted looking man appeared beside him on his right, and a beautiful young witch appeared on his left. They had appeared inside the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was still quite dark and shabby, but it was nonetheless quite hospitable. The old, bald barman greeted them with some excitement.
"Remus!" he cried, shaking his hand earnestly. "I haven't seen you in quite some time. How are you? How are you?"
"Good Tom good. I believe you have met Nymphadora Tonks before?"
"Yes quite briefly late last year before Christmas I believe. It is nice to see you again Tonks."
Tonks, who was glaring at Remus for the use of her first name, turned and smiled, letting him wring her hand.
"And who is this young lad?" asked Tom looking between the two.
"This," spoke Remus clapping a hand upon Harry's shoulder, "is a distant cousin of Tonks here, named Harry Tonks. He has not been to Diagon Alley before so while he is visiting us we though we'd take him on a day out. We also have to pick up some school books for Albus Dumbledore."
"Pleased to meet you!" exclaimed Tom shaking Harry's hand energetically. "Well if you need anything, you know where to find me, but I will let you get on your way then. Have a delightful day!"
Remus and Tonks steered Harry through the pub and into the courtyard. Remus took out his wand, taking a quick look at the wall and then touching a brick with his wand. The archway grew before them and Harry caught a glimpse of Diagon Alley. It was a busy day, but maybe that was because of the large number of Aurors that appeared to be patrolling about. Harry recognised Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley quite near the gate, and the pair gave the three of them a quick nod. Remus leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear.
"We will go eat a spot of breakfast first. We have cleaned you up, but now we need to start feeding you some decent meals."
Harry nodded and followed closely behind the two as they led him over towards a brightly painted shop. The walls were yellow and gleaming, white plastic tables were crowed beneath a deep green shade cloth. Bees were eagerly flying in and out of flowers. Tonks found them a nice secluded table in a distant corner and before long a pink-clothed waitress bustled over towards them.
"Morning," said the waitress with a smile. "Some of you may be familiar with this drill." She placed three heavy plates upon the table. "Just speak the name of the food you wish to eat, and we will have it appear upon your plate as soon as possible. I will be around later so that you may pay the bill." She gave a quick flash of her white teeth, set the final pieces of cutlery upon the table, and disappeared to talk to a group of customers who had just crowded in.
Harry was hungry, and had soon ordered enough food for two or three people. He grinned down at his plate, scooped up a fork and knife and lowered them towards a tasty looking sausage. He was just enjoying the taste of a nice piece of toast when he felt eyes upon him. He looked up. Tonks and Remus were staring at him, their mouths open slightly.
"What?" he asked them.
"Err...Harry you just ate two eggs, three sausages, two slices of bacon, a tomato, and a piece of toast in just over two minutes."
He shrugged. "So?"
"Well unless you're careful you might make yourself sick."
Harry frowned. "But I'm hungry."
"Perhaps you are, but you'll still make yourself sick. Slow down a little hey? The food isn't going anywhere."
Harry sighed and nodded, looking back down towards the piece of unfinished toast in his hand. He smeared it with a little bit of extra marmalade and resumed eating, slowly. He ate such small pieces that Tonks was soon trying to stifle her laughter.
"Yes?" asked Harry innocently. Remus was looking at him with raised eyebrows, but a grin soon slipped over his face. He lay down his fork and knife.
"Right, well I just remembered a rather amusing story. You are behaving like your father once did. Usually he only did it during tea time, as there were no classes afterwards to be late for. One morning however, he was eating slowly at breakfast, and we were looking at watches in alarm. We were going to be very late. You father finally finished and he made a show of wiping the very last crumbs from his plate. He looked up at us then, pretending that he hadn't known we were there.
"What are you doing here?" he asks slyly. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
Sirius had this really strange look of confusion on his face.
"We should be in class James," he says slowly, "but you are taking your sweet time eating breakfast!"
He just smiles and this real look of innocence creeps across his face.
"Me? Oh I don't have to go to class yet. I am waiting here for Madam Hooch. She needs to speak to me about some misconduct or such."
At first we just look at each other, shocked. Then we realise that we are ten minutes late – for transfiguration. James insisted that he couldn't let his friends walk to class alone. He laughed at us all the way and then stood outside the door trying to stop his laughter as McGonagall bellowed her lungs out at us. He had this real grin of triumph upon his face when he wandered back in later on. Sirius was not happy. He just had to get James back, so the next morning at breakfast, he had charmed every single plate in the room, to wait until it was filled up, and then, to fly at James." Remus laughed holding his sides with glee. "You should have seen your father. Eggs, spaghetti, ketchup all over his clothes and to top it all off, Sirius charmed a jug of pumpkin juice to empty itself over his untidy black hair. But then guess what?" Tonks had stuffed a fist into her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Harry thought that unless Remus stopped soon, he was going to crack one or two ribs. He was having trouble breathing. "The owl post came. I was watching Sirius, and James was making his way over to him to give a yelling of a life time, but Sirius was looking between James and his owl, and I knew what was about to happen. He told his owl to attack him, to go and have a free feed. Peter and I gave a look at each other, and then we did the same. Now when the other owls saw that three were having a feast, they all decided to join in. They attacked him, and he had to run from the hall with owls trying to get a beak to the food on him. I heard that he made it back to the common room in record time."
Tonks shrill laughter was earning the glares of several customers. Harry was laughing freely now too, covering his mouth with a hand to muffle it as much as possible.
"You're father was so angry at Sirius that he charmed numerous gravy pots to attack him. And so began the great food fight of Hogwarts. The two were at it for just over a month, and during that time, most people avoided the food hall at all costs. You wouldn't believe the number of detentions the two earned that year. I believe they stopped their fighting when someone dumped two pots of white sauce over their heads and then dropped the pots, knocking them unconscious."
Tonks looked at him and so did Harry.
"It was you, wasn't it?" they both said simultaneously. Remus looked at them both and blushed. He laughed.
"I wanted to be able to eat breakfast in peace. Once I tried to go in there and ignore their food fight but I ended up getting hit with about twenty half-eaten sausages." Harry laughed.
"Well I didn't think it was very funny," said Remus with a grin.
"You know the picture of twenty half-eaten sausages smacking someone in the head does seem rather hilarious," spoke Tonks with a giggle. Breakfast was half forgotten, not that anyone was really hungry anymore. Harry absent-mindedly heard Remus muttering a spell but ignored it. He saw a light in his eyes as he looked at the plates around the table, still dotted with the remains of food. Harry slid to the floor just as his plate of half eaten eggs and bacon flew towards his face. He heard it swipe at his head and it stopped in mid flight, falling towards the floor. Remus stopped it before it hit, suspending the plate and remains of food in the air. Obviously he had cast a shield charm, to prevent the plate from hitting other patrons. Tonks had not been so lucky. She had still been laughing so had received a face full and now Harry was laughing furiously as she jumped up, egg dripping from her face, and began launching pieces of toast at Remus. He however, simply cast up a shield and laughed at her, watching as the pieces of toast fell to the table. Harry noticed that numerous patrons had gathered around to watch the spectacle and others had left altogether to avoid getting involved. Harry rolled back to the floor as Remus's plate flew towards him. Tonks obviously wasn't happy about his laughter. The plate clipped his shoulder and left a stain of ketchup upon his robes.
"Sorry Tonks," he said trying to stop.
"How come your plate didn't hit you?" she asked bitterly. "Remus taking sides is he?"
"I had stopped laughing and could see what Remus was planning a second before it happened." He turned to Remus. "That's why you told us that story didn't you? You wanted our guard down didn't you?
Remus grinned. "Would I do that?"
"You rotten, sneaky little…little…" seethed Tonks searching for the right word. "Just you wait. I will get you back one of these days!"
Remus just laughed, making sure that their table was clean and the food was on he plates and not the floor. He pushed some coins down upon the table, and the three walked from the store.
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Remus and Tonks insisted that they go someplace quiet. Harry wasn't sure why, but Remus seemed to be acting rather nervous. Tonks was looking at him pityingly and he could hear the two whispering. He tried to hear what they were saying, but the only words he captured were "Sirius" and "Gringotts." Harry followed them as they strode purposefully through a dank alleyway and to a small park. It was quite a breathtaking sight. A crystal clear lake sat in the middle of the park, small boats weaving their way in and out of each other over the surface. Trees towered up high above it, the green leaves waving merrily down at them. Harry caught sight of a squirrel as it scampered across a branch. They found a park bench and sat down and for a moment they just sat in silence, admiring the beauty of nature. The sun shone down through the leaves, creating light rays in which the dust swirled merrily. Harry fixed his vision upon an army of ants as they carried small morsels of food or such along in their pincers or upon their backs. He heard Remus sigh and looked over at him. Remus had been searching his face for some time.
"Harry," he started. The nervousness was clearly evident in his voice. "There are some things about Sirius that we must still discuss."
Harry looked away and focused upon the small gurgling stream that flowed effortlessly into the lake. Why did Remus have to do this to him now? He had been doing so well today, but now he felt a familiar prickle behind his eyes. He urged it away, clenching his muscles.
"I know this is hard Harry. I will make it quick."
Harry allowed himself a quick nod, and let Tonks rub his hand gently. He looked over at Remus. He appeared to be watching the boats glide across the confines of the lake. Harry looked back down towards the stream, concentrating upon the water skipping across stones and pebbles.
"Firstly, there is the matter of Sirius' will. Dumbledore likes everyone who is apart of the order to have such things in their possession and taken care of. He even asks us to write letters to all we wish in the even that we might err…pass away."
Harry felt a tear escape and quickly reached up to brush it away. He turned and saw that Remus was offering him a small envelope. He looked at it intently for a moment, but he could not bring himself to take it. Sirius is not dead. He is fighting to get back out from that veil. All I have to do is get back there and help him out. If I take this, it means he is dead. He can't be. How can someone be taken, who hasn't experienced life like they deserve. He must not be dead. No one would take him like that. It wasn't his time. It isn't fair…
Tonks, who was sitting between the pair, took the envelope from Remus. She twirled it in her fingers and placed a hand under Harry's chin, pulling his head up and around so that he was looking into her eyes.
"Sirius died Harry. Maybe he did not deserve death, but this letter shows that he was prepared to have it happen. Remus had trouble opening his own letter. It took time, but he did it. Remember, Sirius has not left us entirely." She placed a hand against his heart. "He is here Harry. Those who we love never truly leave us, for we remember them in our hearts and in our mind. Wherever you go, he will be with you. Just remember that. He would want you to be happy. If you died, wouldn't you want him to be happy? Honour his memory Harry. It is all you can do."
She offered him the envelope. Harry gulped, reaching out a trembling hand. He grasped it slowly, tentatively, as if it would explode at any moment. Remus reached across Tonks and grasped his hand.
"Remember Harry. We are here for you. Don't forget that Sirius loved you. Don't forget that we love you."
Without looking at the envelope, Harry slid his finger beneath the seal. He heard it break beneath him, and he reached inside, grasping a thick sheet of parchment. Slowly and carefully he pulled it out, closing his eyes momentarily and receiving a flashing memory of Sirius leaning over the parchment, his quill moving swiftly back and forwards as he wrote the letter. He let out a choke and opened his eyes. Remus gave his knee a squeeze. Harry began to read.
Hello Harry... ("Sirius," choked out Harry. "Sirius…")
I do not know what I am supposed to do. Remus tells me that I should just write with your feelings being my greatest concern, but that hasn't really helped me. I guess you would be feeling quite upset, I know that I would be if I were in your position. I understand that part, but I am unsure about what I should be doing to help you get through it.
I hope that you have been taking care of yourself and that those Dursley's have been treating you right. I swear if I hadn't given them all a good kick before I passed away, then I was unable to achieve all that I wanted to do with my life. Things have been rather boring here lately. I have been cleaning up the place for quite some time now, with very little help, and I would have to say that it is the best it has ever looked. What I would really love to do is have the place painted. No ghastly wallpaper or anything, but just some nice clean paint. Some nice comfortable carpets and some deep leather couches would go nicely in front of the fire too. I think that I should be able to handle it with the money I have. Kreacher is being a pain as always, trying to steal back things I want to throw out. Of all the house elves I could have had, I had to get a disobedient one who is half-crazy. I think, however, that I am slowly gaining upon him. The werewolf has just told me to start writing properly! Whoever I tell here just laughs at me Harry! Maybe you can help me out. Just the other day the dear man decided he would perform a nice tripping charm on me as I was always boasting about how agile I am when in my dog form. I would fly from my room and down the stairs at breakneck speed. It is very exhilarating. Remus wanted to see if I was as agile as I said, but the stupid fool never for one second thought that I might not decide to use my Animagus form that day. Hence how I ended up at the bottom of the stairs with numerous bruises and a very sore back. Hopefully I died doing something more heroic. Hundreds of people at my funeral crying their eyes out... On second thoughts I hope I died tripping down the stairs. Yes, yes Remus, I will start writing better from this point. Sorry Harry, but if I just get into the swing of things I find I can just pour out my heart onto the paper.
I would not have seen myself writing something like this. Albus has asked me, and every member of the Order for that matter, to write letters to certain people in the event of my death. I wish I knew what to say Harry. If you are reading this, then it means I have had to leave you. The very thought sends a chill down my spine. If my death has meant you living, then I was all for me dieing. I am a part of the Order, Harry, so that I may protect what I love and what I believe in. I believe in freedom Harry, and happiness and laughter. And I love you. I know you have done much Harry but I still consider you a child. You have missed out on many of the wonderful things in life. I know very little about Muggle life, but even though you lived in that place for ten years, I feel that you have not had the chance to experience that world either. I would love to be able to see you grow up Harry, without the troubles and worries that you always seem to be going through. I have not really ever seriously considered raising a family, but you have become a son to me. I know we have our differences and I know that sometimes I treat you incorrectly, but I still love you dearly, and if I was too have a son, it is someone like you who I would like him to become.
Remember not to cut yourself off from your friends. They are there for you and some will be most eager to help you through whatever it is that you are feeling. Remus is one such person, who will be suffering as much as you are. I want to see you happy as soon as possible Harry. James and I, monitored by the watchful eye of Lily, will be trying to find some way to send hexes to you if you are not happy as soon as possible. So if you are still grieving I suggest you see Remus as soon as possible. And tell him the same thing I have just said because I never wrote it in his letter. I wish you all the best in life, and I ask you to try your hardest to learn whatever you can, especially if it helps you to avoid being framed by dirty, sneaky, rotten little rats. Bastard! Please ignore that Harry. Ok then, I would also like you to help Remus with this, and I hope that you allow him to help you. If you feel that you would like to talk to a female, I recommend Mrs Weasley, but if you don't feel that you can talk to you best friends mother, then Nymphadora Tonks, nice name that, will be another option. And yes, Nymphadora, you can't kill me because I am already dead. Sorry about that Harry. I know I may seem insensitive in this letter but I am trying my best. Perhaps I should throw this in the trash, but for some reason I don't think I should. Once more I wish you all the best Harry. I'll say hello to your parents for you, sorry if that hurt, and I'll tell them how much you love and miss them. I love you Harry, with all my heart and you are one of the greatest things that has ever occurred to me. You will always be the son that I never had Harry, and don't forget that I am proud of you. You have nothing to prove to me. It has been the greatest pleasure being able to name you as my godson. I am sorry that I never had the chance to house you; well at least I don't think I have had the chance, and I am sorry that I have had to leave you and hurt you so. I love you Harry, and don't worry, I know you love me too...
That was a little more sensitive I hope. Yes indeed who would have thought my heart could have felt such things. Thankyou Harry for giving me something to love in life. You helped me through the times I have had out of Azkaban. Oh and here's a hot tip Harry. Watch out for that place, and also for sneaky little rats with only nine toes...
Ok Harry, this is the easy part for me. I just have to write what it is I am going to give you. Ok well firstly there is money. Well I don't know how much you get; I guess that whatever is left. I have given lots away already so you get the remaining amount, probably more then anyone else, except perhaps Remus. So the sooner I die the sooner you get rich. Damn, ignore that part Harry. I have lots of photos here from when we were young children, some of you too actually, and if I am dead I won't need them so there you are. And, we also made numerous notes about when we were studying to be Animagus. We couldn't keep the library books out all the time because people would get suspicious, so if you ever decide to become one, that should help. And Harry as much as I would like you to become an illegal Animagus, I strongly recommend that unless you plan to do it with friends, that you don't do it, unless you are being taught by a professional. In other words, don't study alone! There we go nice and simple. What else? Actually come to think of it...I wonder if it is still there...hmm...I'll go check. Err...sorry about that Harry. Just wrote aloud what I was thinking. Just give me a second...Right I'm back and yes guess what? It is still there. What is there you may ask, and I shall tell you. I, Sirius Black, am going to give you, Harry Potter, you're very first flying vehicle! Yes that's right, my motorbike. It flies. And you might not be able to remember it, but Hagrid borrowed it to fly you to Albus Dumbledore over 14 years ago. It is in storage now, but soon will come to you. And Buckbeak will also be given over to you, and I recommend you give him to Hagrid to look after, unless you have the suitable space. Buckbeak shouldn't be cooped up forever.
Ok that is everything then Harry. So this letter is now coming to an end. And I must say that I have rather enjoyed writing it. It is an interesting thing to write this kind of letter. And Harry I meant everything I said. I was not just saying it. I was dead serious. Dead serious? Hmm interesting...Dead Sirius? Well, well, well. I mean sorry Harry. Shouldn't be cracking jokes about my death. Sorry once more for leaving you. I miss you already. I love you.
Your godfather forever
Sirius Black
Harry sniffed and raised a hand to his eyes. He brought them back down, looking at the tears running down the lines of his fingers. Tonks and Remus were looking at him, staying silent, and letting him have his moment. Harry raised his head and looked through the shining rays of the sun. A few white clouds dotted the blue sky.
"Thankyou Sirius," murmured Harry. "I will not forget you."
He looked over towards Remus and gave a smile. Remus thought he looked strange, his eyes watering, a smile slipping across his face. His cheeks were red, his shoulders drooping slightly.
"I am alright," he whispered pressing the letter into Remus' hands. "You can read this letter."
He stood, leaving Remus to it, and walked towards the smooth calm lake. Harry knelt, scooping water up into his hands, watching it drip through the crack of his fingers as he raised his hands to his face and cleaned off his tears. He looked back up; wiping his glasses down, and saw a young boy placing a boat in the water. The boy sat down, and looked at the boat. It began to move. It weaved in and out of the others and then came to a rest back in front of the boy who looked up and saw Harry watching him.
"Did you do that?" asked Harry. The boy looked at him quizzically. "Move the boat I mean?"
He nodded. "Haven't you ever seen a mind-controlled vehicle before?"
"Mind-controlled?" questioned Harry amazed.
The boy nodded. "That's right. Instead of using a remote, like the Muggles do, we use our mind. You can use a wand if you want to. All you do is think about where you want the boat to go and it is off. Do you want to try moving one?"
Harry nodded eagerly.
"OK just concentrate on the boat, and imagine that it is moving somewhere." Harry knelt down beside him and pictured the red sailed, yellow based boat moving to the rock he could see underwater. The boat moved! Of course, it also tried to go beneath the water.
"Stop!" laughed the boy. "Try to imagine it going to a spot on top of the water."
Harry grinned and tried once more. He concentrated on moving the boat next to another. It worked.
"Good," said the boy. "Now try weaving, without stopping the boat."
Harry thought about it for a moment and then decided how he would do it. He would imagine the boat moving to one point, and just before it stopped would imagine another point. He tried it. The boat slowed down slightly as it got close to the points but it didn't stop.
"Very nice," spoke the boy as Harry brought the boat back towards them. "All you have to do is work on stopping it from slowing down, and then you can concentrate on doing everything quickly."
With that the boat shot back out into the lake, dodging and weaving among other boats. It began to head towards them before turning at the last second. An anchor fell to the sandy bed of the lake and caused the boat to stop. Harry applauded and the boy blushed.
"What's your name?" Harry asked.
"Ian York."
"Going to Hogwarts this year?"
He nodded eagerly. "Do you go?"
Harry nodded.
"This will be my sixth year."
"So will I see you there then?"
"You sure will! What do your parents do?"
"My mother works in the Ministry for the Department of Magical Transportation and my Dad works in a store here in Diagon Alley. He sells these boats actually and a number of other useful trinkets. I guess you could call it a toy store. Mum was in Ravenclaw and Dad was in Hufflepuff."
"I think I might go visit your Dad and get a boat of my own. Are they expensive?"
The boy nodded his head. "I don't really know much about money, but my Dad always says that they are quite expensive and that I should be careful with mine. There aren't just boats though. There are things like Muggle aeroplanes, flying carpets, broomsticks, birds and even monkeys." He laughed. "I could take you there if you want?"
"That is very kind of you," smiled Harry. "But I don't know if I will be going there yet. Let me give it some thought. It was nice meeting you though Ian."
"You too," the boy replied politely. "So, see you at Hogwarts?"
"Yes I'll see you there."
Harry clapped him on the shoulder, stood up and walked back to Tonks and Remus. They looked up at him as he approached.
"You ok Harry?" asked Remus with concern. Harry nodded and indicated his letter.
"You read it?" They both nodded. Remus smiled.
"I guess he really did know what to say in the end."
"An amusing but very sweet letter," said Tonks, "but did you like it Harry, or were you hoping for more?"
Harry shook his head. "It was perfect. It was Sirius that is for sure. He took away my doubts and I know he was ready for death if need be."
"I got that message too," spoke Remus with understanding.
"Yes," said Harry smiling at him. "I'm glad that it helped you as well." Remus nodded and Tonks smiled at the two of them. "Well Remus, seeing as you two are doing quite well, why don't we move onto the next thing regarding Sirius?"
Harry looked at her. There was more! Remus was the one that caught his attention however when he shifted uncomfortably. He patted the space beside him, motioning for Harry to sit down.
"Err...well now that Sirius is dead there umm...there remains a vacancy in the position of your carer. Of course, legally, the Dursley's are still your guardians, but the Ministry often disregards this as you are a wizard and there are undoubtedly more capable people to take care of you. They are in fact, willing to let someone else become your guardian.
Harry looked up in disbelief.
"I can leave them? I can really leave the Dursley's?"
"Err…well no not exactly. Dumbledore still remains defiant that you must return to the Dursley's at least once a year. I am not sure what length of time he expects you to stay with them, hopefully no more than a month, but yes you will still have to see them."
"Oh, well I guess if it is for the best. But who is my guardian?"
""Err...well...well I have volunteered for the position but if you don't want me to..." he trailed off.
"You're joking right? You mean you are going to be legally responsible for me?"
Remus nodded glumly. "Well…that was the plan, but –"
"– but that is wonderful! I can't believe it!"
Remus turned to him eagerly. "You're saying yes," he replied as if it was the very last answer he had expected. Something suddenly clicked in Harry's head however.
"But…but we would have to stay at Grimmauld Place wouldn't we?" He couldn't go back there. Not yet.
"Well, that was going to be the plan. Sirius did leave the place in my possession. It was his will that stopped the Malfoy family from getting it. That and the fact that Fudge isn't so eager to co-operate with Lucius any more."
"Oh well ok then."
"Look Harry, if it means that much to you, I can always try and get us a nice little place somewhere."
"No, no, it is fine. You have had to stay in that place. If you are there with me, I am sure I will be fine. I am sure that I can manage."
Remus beamed at him. "That's the spirit Harry." He looked over at Tonks, amazed. "Tonks! I did it! I actually did it!"
She laughed at him.
"Remus has been worrying about this conversation ever since Dumbledore mentioned the position was available. He is a bit soft to be a wolf I was thinking!"
Remus glared at her. "You have seen me at my best Tonks. Just you wait till the full moon passes overhead. Then, you will see what this wolf can do!" He laughed at the shocked look on her face.
"Anyway Harry," said Remus reaching out to grasp his hand and pull him to his feet. "All we have to do now is pay Gringotts a quick visit and smooth all this over ok?"
Harry nodded and shrugged. "I guess that is fine by me."
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They walked towards Gringotts in silence. Both Remus and Harry were delighted and that was affecting Tonks profusely. She was almost skipping along and would quite often give her fingers a sudden click or give a slight hum while they walked. Harry shook his head at her and she winked. Gringotts stood as tall and as white as ever. The goblins greeted the three as they walked through the doorways. The closer Harry got to the counter, the worse he started to feel. Sirius' will was about to be fulfilled and he was about to gain money he didn't want. He wondered if it was possible to give it away. 'Think of Remus,' he thought. 'Remus is my new guardian and is giving me a place to stay whenever I am able.'
Tonks walked to a free goblin and leant over the counter to talk to him.
"Good morning," she said with a cheery grin. She leant down closer so that she could whisper in his ear. "Mr Harry Potter is here to fulfil Sirius Black's will, and, to withdraw some money from his vault."
"Understood. Do you have his key?"
Tonks searched around in her pockets. "We took a number of things we'd need from your room this morning," she spoke to Harry. She finally found what she was looking for and placed a gleaming golden key into the goblins hands.
"Very well," he spoke. "I will have Griphook take you down to that vault. Darkbump will be waiting when you return. Have a pleasant day!"
Tonks gave a nod, took back the key, and led the two over to Griphook. Harry noticed, when he looked within his vault, that the number of coins inside had been substantially improved. He shook his head in dismay and heard a voice in his ear.
"He wished to provide for your future Harry. If you aren't interested in keeping it, we can arrange to have it donated to a good cause. He would be just as happy with that."
Harry nodded, and scooped a large pile into his money bag. One wild cart ride later, in which Tonks had screamed and whistled merrily, Harry stood before Darkbump. He was rather tall for a goblin. He had a broad smile upon his face and was heavily clothed in red and gold.
"Mr Remus Lupin and Miss Nymphadora Tonks," spoke Darkbump. "How delightful to see you again! And I see you have brought a young friend. Delightful! Please follow me."
He led them through a door which opened into another hall. He strolled to the very end where a plaque upon the door read, Mr Darkbump - First Class Lawyer. Opening the door, he motioned for them to enter.
"So Master Potter," he spoke closing the door behind him, "I see you have come to claim your part of Mr Sirius Black's fortune. I am most sorry for your loss young sir and I bid you all the best in your recovery process." Harry nodded and smiled. The place seemed very professional to him. He looked at the pictures on the wall and tried hard to think as little about Sirius as possible. When it failed to help, he tried to draw up a memory of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a small smile slipping across his face as he saw Sirius sitting loyally by his bed in his dog form.
"Well unfortunately it seems I am to be denied the pleasure of seeing your face today." Darkbump had started speaking again. He was now sitting behind his desk. "Those green eyes that run in your mother's family are most remarkable. But to business! So what exactly do we plan to accomplish today?" Remus and Tonks sat down upon some soft cushioned chairs in front of the desk. Harry followed suit, feeling more comfortable when he spotted a picture of a family of goblins in front of his eyes.
"Harry Potter is here to claim his part of Sirius's will. Also, he is accepted me as his new guardian."
"Ah excellent Remus, so you managed to tell him everything then. Well done." Remus blushed. "Ok well how about we get this guardianship over and done with yes? Ok Master Potter, if you could just sign this piece of paper, and you too Mr Remus Lupin."
A piece of expensive looking parchment appeared before Remus. He looked at Harry, grinned, and then picked up an eagle-feathered quill, signing with a flourish in the correct space. Harry followed suit and saw a black filled box at the bottom of the parchment slowly change to green.
"Excellent," beamed the Goblin. "That has all been authorised. Mr Lupin is now the legal guardian of Master Potter."
The two beamed at each other. Nymphadora smiled. Dumbledore was going to be pleased with the way things were turning out. The two would be perfect for one another. A true father-son relationship.
"OK then Mr Potter. Just let me give you a small amount of information with regards to Sirius' will. I was told that you have already visited your bank vault, so I am guessing that you are well aware of the increase in your funds?" Harry nodded glumly. Darkbump nodded with understanding. "Ok then. I have also arranged for a motorcycle belonging to a one Sirius Black, to be delivered to an Albus Dumbledore, who will arrange it's deliverance to you from there. Currently in my possession are also two boxes of personal items that Sirius Black is now leaving in your possession." He pulled from a draw two ordinary looking boxes, each probably about half the length of a spell book, but twice the thickness. "And all you have to do is sign this small piece of paper, which will allow us a record that you have fulfilled the will." Harry nodded, and, with a shaking hand, signed the form. He once more watched the box turn green. Remus placed a reassuring hand upon his shoulder.
"I…I know it is probably none of my business, but I am just wondering just what is in Sirius' will?" Harry asked softly.
Darkbump smiled at him kindly and opened a draw. He slid a piece of parchment across the desk to Harry. Glancing across it, Harry couldn't help but have his mouth fall open with awe. Sirius had been very generous. There must have been at least twenty families who had received substantial sums of money from his passing.
"He was…very generous," murmured Remus looking over it once more. "I think that he was quite happy when he read over his will before handing it to Dumbledore. If…if he was to die, there would be many people that he would be helping through his will."
Harry nodded, looking at the sum that the Weasley's had received. "Thankyou Sirius," he murmured. "Thankyou."
"Will that be all then?" said Darkbump.
Remus nodded. Darkbump stood and began walking them back towards the main room.
"I hope I have been of some service this day. If you ever need any help with anything, just ask for Ulbricht Darkbump." He shook each of their hands firmly.
"Good luck Mr Potter," he said quietly. "I wish you all the best for the remainder of this year!"
And with that, he had vanished. Harry was in a small state of stupor as he left the bank. Remus clutched his shoulder with concern and carefully steered him through the chattering crowds towards a small café where they could eat. Harry let himself be taken there. He envied the people in the crowds around him. They seemed so full of joy and happiness. He sighed and saw his two mentors glance at him quickly, but he said nothing. 'I can be happy,' he thought. 'Sirius would want me to be happy. I will be happy!'
-
Remus bought them burgers and fries for lunch with some cold Butterbeers. They ate hungrily, savouring the taste of each and every bite. Harry was half way through his third burger when Tonks handed Remus a letter. He gave it a glance and then threw it towards Harry, who seized it with his free hand.
"It is your OWL results I am guessing," spoke Remus. "We found that upon your desk. Hermione and Ron have theirs. I know because she was starting to drive me crazy."
"Remus!" scolded Tonks. "She is just very happy with how she did!"
Remus rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, but nonetheless I got tired of having to go and shut up that stupid painting!"
Harry laughed. "Why don't you just destroy it? Or knock the wall out even?"
"If she has made it permanently stick to the wall she has probably also made it unbreakable. Knocking out the wall might work though," he mused. Tonks rolled her eyes this time.
"Did you really have to give him that idea?" Tonks asked him. Harry just laughed and slid his finger beneath the deep red seal.
"From that we'll know what subjects you can do and therefore what books to buy you today."
Harry eagerly pulled the envelope open and fumbled around inside. He pulled out three pieces of parchment, picked up the top piece, unfolded it and began to read.
Mr Potter
Congratulations! You have managed to score a total of 9 OWLs, 3 of which were 'Outstanding.' You are to be commended on your most satisfactory effort. Below are the results of each exam. Good luck with the coming school year!
Astronomy – Practical: A
Theory: E
Care of Magical Creatures – Practical: O
Charms - Practical: A
Theory:E
Defence Against the Dark Arts – Practical: O
Theory: O
Divination – Practical: D
Herbology – Practical: E
History of Magic – Theory: P
Potions – Practical: A
Theory: A
Transfiguration – Practical: E
Theory: E
Griselda Marchbanks
Wizarding Examinations Authority
Ministry of Magic
Harry placed the parchment down, a look of utter shock upon his face. He had received 9 OWLs! Remus and Tonks were looking at him. Remus cleared his throat noisily.
"So Harry… Does that look of shock mean you have done well, or does it mean you have done badly?"
Harry, still speechless, handed him the parchment, remembering that he had another piece to read. He picked it up and discovered it was from his Head of House.
Mr Harry Potter
First of all Mr Potter I must congratulate you on your final score. It is indeed quite an impressive grade. I can not be sure, but if you are still keen to become an Auror, I am sure that you are well aware that your Potions grade is the one and only thing standing in your path. I have managed to contact the Wizarding Examinations Authority, and Professor Marchbanks is prepared to give you, and fellow student Ronald Weasley, a second chance at passing a re-structured examination. This examination will be overseen by Professor Snape. Please note that your OWL results will not reflect any changes. You will still only have achieved an 'Acceptable.' Nonetheless if you gain an 'Outstanding' on this re-structured exam, we will give you the chance to improve your results in this subject during the next two years. If you wish to give this exam an attempt, contact me as soon as possible and we will organise a date on which you will complete it. Unfortunately Mr Potter, this will mean sacrificing some of your leisure time so that you are able to successfully complete the exam.
Regardless of your decision, I recommend that you take the following subjects.
Advanced Care of Magical Creatures
Advanced Charms
Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts
Advanced Herbology
Advanced Transfiguration
You have currently been enrolled in these subject areas, and if you would like to make any changes, please contact me by owl immediately. Your decision will affect whether you are enrolled in Modified or Advanced Potions. I strongly recommend that you take a Potions class regardless of if you decide to become an Auror or not.
If you do not wish to study to be an Auror please send me a note and I will give you some alternative career information, and we will discuss what is most suitable for you. I meant what I said about helping you no matter what it takes Mr Potter, so if you put in a little hard work, I assure you that we will get you there. Once more congratulations! Enjoy the remainder of your holidays. Please find enclosed a new inventory list. The new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will be leaving from platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station at eleven o'clock.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Thoughts whirled through Harry's head. If he wanted he could still do it. He was still able to become an Auror. He slid the parchment across to Remus, and fingered the book list. It would be worthwhile becoming an Auror. Of that he was sure.
"Harry… That's excellent!" beamed Remus. Harry nodded, taking another bike from his burger.
"You could become an Auror!" exclaimed Tonks excitedly reading over the second letter. "All we have to do is get your Potions mark up to scratch."
"Do you really think I can do it?" asked Harry searching their faces for the truth.
"Absolutely!" spoke Remus, "because we are going to help you do it. Hermione is helping Ron, and we are going to help you!"
Harry beamed at him. "So you know a thing or two about Potions?"
Tonks laughed. "I don't know about Remus, but I'm an Auror aren't I Harry? I had to do basically the same as what you are doing now!"
Harry blushed. "Yes, I guess I should have known that. What did Ron and Hermione get anyway?"
"Err…" thought Remus. "Ron got 9 OWLs too didn't he Tonks?"
"Yes that's right. Ron received three 'Outstanding' OWLs and has to take a re-structured Transfiguration exam with Neville Longbottom, as well as the Potion exam. Hermione received 11.25 'Outstanding' OWLs."
"Neville is doing a re-structured exam too?"
"Yes, he is arriving at Grimmauld place tomorrow so that Hermione can start teaching him. He apparently doesn't want to be an Auror, but he is very interested in still being able to defend himself. He scraped a passing grade in Potions, but he doesn't feel up to trying Advanced, so he will do Modified instead. He is doing Advanced Charms, Advanced Herbology, Advanced Care of Magical Creatures, Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts, and, hopefully, Advanced Transfiguration. I believe he scored 6 OWLs, and 3 were 'Outstanding.'"
Harry was shocked. "I didn't see that coming…" he murmured. Tonks laughed.
"I believe he is very pleased with you Harry! Thanks to your little club at school he passed Defence Against the Dark Arts with flying colours."
Harry blushed.
"So," said Remus swallowing his final bite of hamburger. "Shall we go and collect your books for this year?"
Harry nodded.
"And then why don't we look around for something a little more interesting than school books?"
Harry nodded eagerly. "I need to visit that toy store to get a look at one of those telepathic boats."
Remus laughed. "We used to have one of those at school, only ours were planes. We used to get them to fly over people and drop things on their heads or get them all to dive to the ground." He sighed. "But the teachers became annoyed with us before long and we haven't seen those planes since. I believe that they're on Filch's huge list of banned items"
Harry laughed. "I suppose that I will have to sneak one in and keep it hidden from those prying eyes. I am sure I could have some fun with it."
-
"Good afternoon," spoke Remus shaking hands with a young assistant in Flourish and Blotts. "We are looking for some NEWT level books and some supplement books in each subject." He handed him Harry's booklist. The assistant looked it over carefully, searching his deep green pockets for something. He pulled out a small pair of glasses and fitted them upon his nose, blinked, and then gave the list another glance.
"What kind of supplement texts were you after?"
"Just a more advanced spell guide really," said Remus.
"Who is this for anyway?"
Remus started to reply, but then realised the name was printed on the book list anyway.
"Good Merlin!" murmured the assistant with a jump. "I wasn't expecting you to be disguised. Professor Dumbledore has in fact already prepared your order." He fished around in his pocket for a note. "Here it is," he said thrusting the small piece of parchment into Harry's hands. "Professor Dumbledore has already added some extra books of his own choice. He says that if you understand how a specific spell works, you can better understand how to defend yourself against it. He himself has paid for the extra books. All I need is payment for the school texts." Harry looked down at the note in his hand.
Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
Advanced Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Advanced Care of Magical Creatures by Newt Scamander
Advanced Herbology by Phyllida Spore
Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts by Quentin Trimble
Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6) by Miranda Goshawk
The Ultimate Spell Guide by Emeric Switch, Miranda Goshawk and Vindictus Viridian
The Dark Arts – Research Reference by Adalbert Waffling
His heart skipped a beat as he read the title of the Dark Arts book. Dumbledore had given him a Dark Arts book! He gulped nervously. Was he expected to carry this around Diagon Alley!
"I think they could be quite useful!" agreed Tonks looking at the list. "Aurors are trained to specifically understand what their enemies are likely to do. This means understanding the spells they will use against us."
Harry fished around in his pocket for some coins, his hand shaking with apprehension. He tipped some coins into the assistant's hand. He took them to the counter, pulling out two heavy bags from beneath it and handed them to Remus and Harry.
"Thankyou very much sir," he said shaking Harry's hand energetically. "Have a nice day and a lovely school year."
-
Harry was in a daze as Remus led him from the store. He bowed his head nervously every time they passed an Auror. What if they searched bags? What would they do if they found him in possession of a Dark Arts book? Was Dumbledore prepared for that? He payed very little attention as they bought Harry a silver cauldron and some new crystal phials. Remus had to nudge him twice asking for his school list so they could purchase the right Potion ingredients. The Apothecary was what woke Harry up. The smell was terrible today.
"It's not that I'm not good at potions," Harry told them, wrinkling his nose in an attempt to banish the smell. "It's just that Snape is holding a grudge against me because of how my father treated him. I mean, he has purposefully dropped my potions so that I can't get a mark, and he is always breathing over me making me nervous and miss things out. That's why I'm glad we did OWL's. If Snape had to assess me like every other year, I would have failed for sure."
"Yes, and if you gain entrance into that Advanced class then it will be just as bad as always I am assuming." Remus sighed. "Snape has never done anything serious to you has he Harry? I mean, isn't it possible for you two to work together?"
"Not likely! I can compromise and ignore him altogether if you want. That'd work for me. However, I don't think he would ignore me in a hurry. He seems to get his kicks from picking on me! I have never admitted this to anyone, but you know what? What my father and Sirius did was really pathetic!" He felt a very sudden and very painful pinch of guilt, but he kept going. "Malfoy might try and get me expelled, but at least he doesn't try and get me bitten by a werewolf. No offence to you of course Remus. You don't know how I felt leaving that classroom knowing what they had done to him… My father appeared as arrogant as Snape had always said. Regardless of that however, I am not going to improve myself around him. The moment I appeared at Hogwarts he hated me, for something that I had never done, for a person that I was not like. If he wants to co-operate, it is his job to take the first steps. Not mine!"
"That had to hurt," whispered Tonks seriously in Remus' ear as Harry stalked away. "It would not have been easy saying that about his father and Sirius."
Remus nodded his agreement, absolutely shocked. He felt terrible for Harry. They finished finding Harry's ingredients, rushing from the store to find him. He was waiting for them, standing outside looking embarrassed. He scuffed his feet upon the cobblestones.
"Sorry," he murmured. "I guess that I was just annoyed and hot-head. I wasn't thinking properly."
Remus wrapped him into a hug.
"You have nothing to prove Harry. If Snape doesn't want to be nice, I don't really care. You wouldn't want to be friends with him anyway. Maybe if he learned how to smile, but that is a rather scary thought." Harry couldn't help but grin. "You are right. It is his job to make the first move, not yours. Don't worry about a thing."
-
The three were heading towards Ollivanders to buy Harry a wand cleaning kit when Tonks noticed a clothing store. She took one look at Harry, as if seeing through to the baggy clothing beneath his robes, and grabbed his arm.
"Come along Mr Potter," she teased. Remus let out a smirk. "We have to get you dressed up respectively. And you too Remus. Don't start laughing at Harry now. You are in as just a shocking state." That wiped the grin from his face. He opened his mouth to argue, but Tonks had soon dug some lengthy nails into his wrist and was dragging him along too. Harry struggled momentarily, the door moving closer towards him with each step.
"Tonks!" he droned.
"Come on Harry dear let's go get you some clothing."
"Oh do we have to Tonks?"
"Yes we do," she said firmly and she draped a hand around his shoulders and dragged him through the doors. Remus had sighed with defeat and was now following along in their wake. They walked through aisles of clothing until they reached the men's wear section. Tonks looked them both up and down.
"Hmm, Harry! You should fit into one of the smaller sizes quite comfortably I believe. And you Remus, look for something around the middle."
"I am well aware of my size Tonks!" groaned an exasperated Remus.
"Good! That means I can help out Harry here!"
"Remus!" remarked Harry. "Was that really necessary?" Remus just grinned at him and waved them off.
Harry wandered around half-heartedly after Tonks. She was picking up most of the clothing, humming a catchy little tune and placing clothes against Harry to see how they looked.
"We aren't having you dressed in clothes that are three times too big for you," she said sternly as she searched through some simple coloured shirts. Harry opened his mouth to argue and say that he really didn't mind, but this just caused Tonks to launch into all the reasons why Harry should dress smartly. He sighed and gave up, and instead asked her if she could pick out what she thought was best. She smiled at this and was soon running back and forth between aisles picking up things, tossing some back, and soon there was an endless pile of clothing for him to try on.
Harry and Remus strode back and forth before Tonks. Harry was mortified when he learned that the two were creating a large spectacle for the crowds. Remus, began showing off, flexing his muscles and running a hand through his hair. Harry soon grew used to the crowd and was soon competing with Remus for the crowd's approval. He swished his brown hair back and forth as Remus toyed with his pant elastic. Tonks was egging them on, making them mix outfits. Harry began to wonder if she was actually taking any notes on what looked best, or if she was trying to make a fool of them. Harry sure felt like a fool when Seamus and Dean suddenly turned up and started letting out loud catcalls. Remus just grinned good-naturedly and pretended to be embarrassed. They were all blinded suddenly by several bright flashes of light. When his vision came back to him, Harry saw that Tonks and Remus had their wands in their hands. Fred and George Weasley were giving Remus and he thumbs-up signs, a camera hanging around each of their necks. 'They didn't!' he thought. The only consolation he had was that he didn't look like Harry Potter, but the twins still knew it was him. Tonks started clearing the crowds away, feeling that the flashes were the perfect finale to the show. She grinned at them both.
"And you two wanted to stay outside!"
Surprisingly, Tonks had not been idle during their performances. The seat beside her consisted of a number of articles of clothing which she saw fitting for them. Harry and Remus shrugged, not really minding about what she chose for them. After an embarrassing conversation about his underwear size, which Tonks was sure would be falling apart if he hadn't been shopping in six years, Harry finally convinced her that he wore boxers, which, he argued, were more hardy then normal underwear. She still insisted that they must be getting tight and small, grinned at Harry's blush, and then threw some new ones onto the pile, not to mention some socks. Harry rolled his eyes as she began to drag him towards the shoe department. He heard Remus humming "Mary had a Little Lamb" behind him. He turned and scowled at him.
"What use do wizards have for Muggle clothing anyway?"
"Children are wearing them extensively these days. Ron is a wizard but he still wears them does he not? At first, if you wanted them, you would have to journey into Muggle territory and buy them there. When the Wizard community realised that they had a chance to make profit from this, stores popped up around the country. You'll find that many items are greatly improved. There are self-ironing shirts, clothing that can not be stained, shoes that are more comfortable, and even unbreakable." He resumed humming.
"Can you stop that?" asked Harry exasperatedly.
"Oh," said Remus, feigning hurt. "Don't you like my humming? I can sing if you prefer?"
"No! No, your humming is beautiful." Remus laughed.
"Thought you might see it like that!"
Tonks was leading them through the lady wear section at the moment.
"You don't need any clothes do you Tonks?"
"No, no of course not Harry. I am fine." Harry and Remus sighed with relief. Remus suddenly started nudging Harry in the ribs.
"What!" he asked exasperated. Remus had a manic grin on his face and motioned around him. They were passing through aisles of ladies lingerie. Harry rolled his eyes at him and guffawed.
"What are you, a twelve year old?" Remus just laughed. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Tonks led them into the shoe department. Harry groaned with satisfaction as he found a bench to sit on. He leaned back gently and let out a long sigh, closing his eyes slowly.
"Harry, why aren't you following me? We need to get you some shoes?" He groaned and nearly tripped as Tonks grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards another aisle. She immediately began to drag down shoes for Harry to try. He wondered how she could know what size he was just by looking, but decided not to ponder too much on how her mind worked. Harry decided he was sick of white shoes so he looked at the black pairs Tonks was throwing down. They were simple enough, and he picked up the first thing that looked comfortable to walk around in each day.
"Black ok?" asked Harry indicating a pair, wondering if Tonks would actually let him take the first pair he liked. "They look like they'll match everything else you've got me."
Tonks nodded approvingly. "Good choice Harry." He smiled at her with relief and she pulled down a box with of the correct size. Remus was beaming at him.
"Wonderful job," he whispered into Harry's ear. "The counter is just ahead." He sounded positively gleeful. At least they had gotten this out of the way. Harry was shocked when he felt Tonks once more grab his arm. He found himself in an aisle with rows of formal shirts.
"Why me?" he whispered in self-pity. "Why me?"
"Stop moaning Harry!" Tonks scowled. "You'd look very smart in these." Harry held out his arm and she smiled, draping a red shirt across it. He jumped suddenly as she turned and gave a squeal of delight.
"Harry dear, come and look at this!"
"MUGGLE SUIT!"
This suit resembles that of a Muggle. You may have seen Muggles wearing similar wear as they walk to work, or eat in restaurants. This suit incorporates a number of improvements including a stainless charm. Prone to dropping food? No problems, just wipe away the mess with a cloth and your suit is as good as new.
Tonks looked at the white suit appreciatively.
"You are aware that you need one of those for your graduation, right?" Harry shook his head. "Well, there is a graduation ceremony at the end of your seventh year. Hogwarts has a tradition, and that is for all people to dress in Muggle clothing. Naturally that is easy for us girls, as we already wear dresses to balls and such, but the male population can get rather uncomfortable when they are asked to wear suits." She giggled. "I remember when I was in my seventh year that all we girls had to help the boys get dressed correctly."
"I bet you had fun," grinned Harry cheekily.
"Naturally," winked Tonks.
"Err...actually come to think of it Tonks, couldn't you just change the size of any clothes you have and patch them up if they became ripped? You could probably even change the colour?"
Tonks shrugged. "I guess so if you really wanted. I for one am not impressed if a person wears the same shirt for fifty years."
Harry sighed. "So I guess I should get a suit now?"
Tonks smiled happily at him. "Why Harry what a fantastic idea!"
"What do you think Remus?" asked Harry seriously.
"Oh…err…" stuttered Remus taken aback. "Well when I graduated all the Marauders wore the same coloured vests. Black suits with gold vests and a red bow tie."
Harry nodded. "Well I think too honour those time I will wear gold too, but why not a white suit?"
"Yes why not?" shrugged Remus. "Maybe you could get Ron to wear white as well."
Harry looked at the shelf and picked one out that consisted of a golden vest and bow tie.
"Please try it on when we get you home," coaxed Tonks. "You'd look so handsome in that!" Harry blushed and Tonks giggled.
"Are you two planning to get engaged anytime soon?" asked Remus. "Because if you are I would really like to be invited to the wedding."
"Remus!" murmured Tonks dangerously with an accompanying glare. Remus just grinned and waltzed towards the counter.
"That was quite a show you put on," said the cashier with a grin. "I trust you enjoyed yourselves? Will this be everything?" He motioned to their laden arms.
"Yes," said Remus firmly with a quick look at Tonks, who just shrugged innocently.
Harry and Remus held their breaths as they watched the coins be exchanged from hand to hand. They didn't let out any sighs of relief however, until they were safely away from the shop, and walking down the street.
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