Authors Note: Sorry all about the long time at getting this up. Remember I have school to think of. As much as I'd like to just dump it all and write for the rest of my life, it isn't a valid option…

Chapter Three – Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'

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Harry had not been on very many outings. Usually it had all been very simple and very straightforward. His Aunt had left him at home as often as it was possible. So it was a new feeling to him when he suddenly felt a numb pain in the back of his legs from long periods of walking. He ignored it, even though it was not an easy thing to ignore. Remus twitched his arms beside him in an effort to rearrange the bags he was carrying so it was a more comfortable experience.

"Here," said Harry reaching out to collect a bag. "I can take on a little more yet."

Remus managed to slip a bag from his hand into Harry's while still walking. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that is better. Yes indeed. Anyway Harry, didn't you want to purchase some remote control vehicle thing?"

"Oh well yes I guess so. They used to be quite popular back when I was still a young student." He grinned ruefully. "Of course, I never had the chance to use anything of the sort."

Remus laughed. "So we're making up for lost time are we?"

Harry looked at him slyly. "Oh well there is that. I was planning to use it for something a little more fun then just driving along footpaths of course."

"Is that so?"

"Well yes, but I won't say anything more about it. That is my little secret."

-

Ten minutes later, Harry was struggling out from the store, a box beneath his left arm, which housed a mind-controlled plane. Tonks was rubbing her head, and Remus seemed in a state of shock.

"Was it just me," murmured Remus, "or did those children have it in for innocent bystanders?"

"Oh lighten up," laughed Harry. "They were just testing out a broomstick. You shouldn't have been standing in the way!"

"What about the boy throwing balls around the place?"

"Err…I guess he was testing to see if they bounced."

"And the little girl who started crying when I took the roof of a doll house?"

"Wouldn't you start crying if someone took the roof of your house? Hey, what were you doing looking into a doll house anyway?"

He shrugged. "I was trying to get you something for your birthday. I thought that a doll house could be rather amusing. Anyway, what about that mother who knocked that box onto Tonks head hmm?"

"Well, I don't think that's fair. She was just trying to put something back on the shelf and it pushed everything off on the other side. Tonks was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"So you are not blaming those three-year olds for knocking you over as you walked in the door then?"

"They apologised didn't they?"

"Well yes, but still. It must have hurt!"

Harry laughed. "Remus, don't worry, I am fine. I hardly think you can complain about their behaviour. Looks what you and your friends got up to when you were younger!"

"That's entirely different. We were up to mischief, these children were being a nuisance, and we were much older. There is a difference between immaturity and fun." he said with a grin. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I think the two are very similar. And it is natural for children to behave like that. They wouldn't know what immaturity is. Besides, we got what we wanted didn't we?" he asked patting the box beneath his arm. Remus sighed.

"I guess so, but I think that next time, you can go in yourself!"

"Oh I agree," said Tonks with a laugh. "Even if it wasn't her fault, it is not nice being smashed in the head by a large heavy box."

As the three walked Harry suddenly noticed a building. In fact he wasn't sure how he had missed it before. The building was simple enough to begin with, consisting of a deep grey thatched roof and simple, pale orange coloured walls. Just above the glimmering gold doors however, blue sparks flew around madly forming the words "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'!" Harry's stomach gave a leap of excitement.

"Look!" he exclaimed pointing eagerly. "The twins shop! Oh, can I please go inside and look?" he begged. So comical was the pleading expression upon his face that Tonks couldn't help but grin. Remus lay a gentle hand upon his shoulder.

"Of course you can Harry. Tonks and I will go sit down and have a drink."

"Yes," said Tonks nodding with agreement. "We have to go discuss what kind of doll house to get you anyways."

Harry nodded and glared at the two, and, without so much as a wave, turned on his heel and strode swiftly towards the entrance. As he walked beneath the sign, a few stray sparks fell upon his skin. Harry had to refrain from choking out a laugh. The sparks tickled. As the doors opened magically before him, he felt his jaw drop. Crowds of people were bustling here and there excitedly, reading over packagings, fishing around in pockets for money and collecting as many of the items as they possibly could. The furnishings were rather modest. There was a simple glass counter at the front were a few employees were hurriedly collecting the money being thrust upon them. There were a few shelves towards the south of the shop which hosted just the Weasleys' products. Upon the east wall was a large collection of boxes, which housed the fireworks that the Weasleys' produced. The rest of the shop was dedicated to the selling of other manufacturer's products. Harry walked around the shelves flabbergasted. He had, indeed, seen most of the sweets that were on offer, but there were, of course, a few new surprises for him to take a gander at. He started as he felt a hand grab each of his shoulders and drag him away from the display of fireworks. He looked to both sides and saw Fred and George. They smiled.

"Hey there Harry," said Fred in a whisper dragging him towards the counter and through a wide set of doors situated behind it. He was led down a hall with three doorways. They took him through a door to his right. It turned out to be a dining room of sorts, with a large table and numerous chairs.

"How have you been?" Fred continued.

"Great," said Harry with a smile. "How are you two?

"Couldn't be better could we George?" answered Fred.

"That's right," said George nodding fervently. "We've been in business for a while now, but the thrills from doing this just make us feel on top of the world."

"It is so busy though! You must get worked very hard."

Fred shrugged. "Well, I don't know about that. We have our own employees now, as you saw at the counter. I believe that the hardest part is keeping up with demand."

George nodded his head in agreement. "Oh yes, most definitely! Producing and creating more products isn't easy. We have had to spend a lot of time working on new products. Most of them are just innovations. Our Canary Creams are now also Rabbit Raspberries for example."

Harry grinned at the thought of someone suddenly turning into a rabbit and their tail beginning to fall off.

"We have an order form every Sunday in the Daily Prophet for anyone who wishes to order a product. Let me tell you, it sure is a sight seeing all the owls heading in every week."

"And we plan to start donating some of our profits to charitable institutions. Lastly, we plan to have a nice small dedication to you right here in this shop!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Thanks to you this all became possible! Don't think we are just going to take all the credit. You are our official founder. Behind the counter there is going to be a nice large photo of that head of yours, and right beneath that, a nice simple message. 'Harry Potter – Thanks for making all this possible! We are forever in your debt!' You see, it has a certain ring to it don't you think?"

Harry shook his head in dismay.

"How is that sweet going?" asked George. "You know you are our first long-term tester!"

"Is that so? Well, I guess it has been great. Tonks and Remus have been telling me to take it every half hour, so I do just that, and apparently, I keep a different appearance."

"So no side effects then?"

"Well, not that I'm aware of!" exclaimed Harry hoping he wasn't about to sprout an extra ear.

"Good, good! What about your money Harry?"

"Pardon?"

"Well we can repay you your money. You should receive a share of any profit we make you know!"

"I don't want it," Harry replied bluntly.

"Oh…Well are you sure? You have a right to it!"

"I am definitely sure. Use it to make more sweets."

George's face lit up. "Now that's an idea. I can see those sweet wrappings now. 'Funded by the wages of Harry Potter.' How is that for publicity?"

Harry laughed.

"You interested in talking to Ron, Hermione and Ginny today?" Fred asked.

"Oh, are they here?"

Fred nodded lightly. "They decided that they liked the idea of working for us and making some money. There are plans to drag you along with them when you finally get to visit."

"Well, I don't really know. Remus and Tonks are probably waiting for me."

Harry didn't know why, but he just didn't want to talk. Perhaps it was because they would all tread around Sirius. Harry was indeed coping, but he still didn't feel up to talking outright about him. He hoped that soon he would be able to do so. Sure, he could not talk about him, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. To be honest, Harry was looking very forward to the days when he would be able to smile whenever talking about Sirius. One day, it would be the most amazing thing if he could speak the name of his godfather and not flinch or turn away. That day seemed very distant and far away. Fred however, nodded his head with understanding.

"Ok then. Well they will not recognise you anyway, so if you would like to just have a peek in on them, you can do that."

Harry smiled. He did want to see them after all. It sounded like a plan.

"Right, I think I can manage that."

Fred and George led him from the room, continuing down the corridor.

"That room leads up to our private area. We sleep and experiment up there." Fred was pointing to the other door on their right. Some wooden dusty stairs could be seen through the open door, leading up and out of sight. They entered the area through the door on their left. George pointed. Ron, Hermione and Ginny were currently placing wrapped sweets into boxes for delivery. Hermione and Ginny were writing in neat, tidy hands while Ron placed the items into the boxes and sealed them. Hermione flexed her hand, scrunched up a piece of paper and threw it at Ginny. It missed and hit Ron. He scowled at her, retaliating and throwing a handful of sweets at her. Fred and George sighed.

"If I get any complaints from a customer saying they have received the wrong sweets in their package," called George from their position just inside the room, "I will make sure you three don't work here again."

He grinned at Harry as the three blushed and resumed their work.

"They just can't control themselves. That is the second time today I have had to yell at them. Come on." He turned and led Harry from the room. "Don't worry about purchasing anything today. We plan to give you a nice package of our products for your birthday. We are currently planning to bring out a number of items around late July. You will be the first to receive them before we place them upon the shelves."

"You don't have to."

"Ah, but we want to. Now go."

"Ok thanks. It was nice seeing the two of you. Keep up the good work." He gave them a hearty wink, and walked from the corridor, twisted and turned through the crowds, and pushed open the front doors. For the second time that day, he felt elated. It was a shame that he was unable to join in with their fun, but it had been good nonetheless just seeing and knowing that his friends were well and happy. He found Remus and Tonks sitting at a table laughing and talking in hushed whispers. He dropped himself into a chair between the two of them.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Always," replied Remus. "So what did you think?"

"It is amazing! I had a talk to Fred and George and a quick peek around. They are doing well."

"Well I am glad you had a good time. How about some food though? They do some fine fish here let me tell you."

Harry nodded eagerly and Remus and Tonks stood to go and order some food. Harry looked around at the crowds bustling up and down the street. Their eyes would flick away quickly if they met his own, as if they were scared of seeing something they didn't want to.

'They're nervous,' thought Harry. 'And who can blame them…'

-

Harry loved fish and chips. He loved the taste of the moist white flesh of the fish that would melt away in his mouth with the slightest touch of his tongue. He loved the crunchy salted taste of the skin that formed upon the flesh as it was cooked and he loved the smooth taste of the potato in a crispy golden casing. Lemon always made it even better, and so Harry was rather annoyed when he was disturbed by a small tap to the shoulder while half way through a lemon coated chip. He turned. It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor!" exclaimed Harry causing Remus and Tonks to look up. Albus nodded at them both, and they nodded back, continuing with their conversation in hushed whispers, but keeping a watchful eye upon the two.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, me? I just thought I would drop in to see how your day was going. I must collect some books from Flourish and Blotts on my way out also." A waitress placed a plate of fish in front of him with a side of salad. "So how has your day been?" asked Albus squeezing lemon over his salad.

"Quite good actually," spoke Harry swallowing his chip. "I've decided to take that potions test by the way. I will send an owl to Professor McGonagall when I arrive home."

"Ah, excellent!" spoke Dumbledore smiling at Harry over his spectacles. "I expect Professor Snape will be most pleased." Harry smirked. "So you purchased all your supplies then?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, that assistant didn't recognise us straight away, but we got your package in the end."

"Wonderful," exclaimed Dumbledore. "I dare say you will use those books responsibly and to their full potential. Naturally, of course, I would like you to keep that Dark Arts book as secret as possible. Show it to no one except your close friends. I expect that you can trust them with that knowledge, but be careful who else knows. I would recommend that you persuade your close friends to pursue a similar path as you are. Something that will teach them advanced magic. They will have their parts to play. You know as well as I do that they may become targets. And it will either be you, a more advanced wizard or their own knowledge that will save them."

Harry nodded stonily and picked up another chip.

"You all did quite famously at the Ministry. Your friends lasted longer then they would have without the training you had been giving them. There will be no lack of magic in your Defence classes this school year of course, but you may nonetheless find it quite beneficial to continue those classes. It will give those who are experiencing difficulty a safe location and friendly environment to practice."

Harry nodded, a secret feeling of pride swelling up inside him. He was in fact looking quite keen to the possibility of continuing lessons. The experience had been quite exhilarating, but that was due mainly to the fact that it was an illegal organisation. Nonetheless, Harry had learned significantly from his short period as a teacher. Maybe, just maybe, he could pursue a career as a teacher if all else failed.

"Of course, I think we will be much more open about it. You can of course, have your own little select group of trainees, but I do plan to have a duelling club much like we did in your second year. I will be there to oversee the duels, and, at the same time, teach everyone some handy little jinxes. You should immensely enjoy your Defence Against the Dark Arts classes this year. Mad-Eye Moody will be teaching you. He is a retired Auror and would much prefer to leave things to the younger generation. He believes he can teach you much better than most. You and I will be continuing Occlumency lessons once each week. Professor Snape will be taking over for me whenever I am unavailable. If you have any problems with him, I wish you to report them directly to me."

"Sir, do you think I could learn Legilimency as well?"

"I do not see why not. If you would prefer, you can have some friends come along with you. I have nothing against teaching some others. Just keep the group small however. Perhaps about five or six. I could handle that quite well. I will have weekends off to help you I assume. Weekdays I must see to the running of the school, and in the evenings I must see to some business at the Ministry and make sure Cornelius understands correctly what he must do. If you feel that anything ever needs explaining or you would like to learn something, please, do not hesitate to ask. I understand how I would have little to do with you last year, but this year I plan to change that." He smiled at Harry kindly.

"I understand. I would quite enjoy learning some things from you. I would love to continue teaching as well. I can still play Quidditch though can't I?"

"Yes of course. I have patched up the wards of Hogwarts greatly. There are some very great protective wards around the grounds. They can be disabled by a powerful enough wizard, but as of the moment, no one can get through without my leave. I will be immediately aware if they are tampered with. So yes, you will be playing Quidditch again in no time. I dare say you have not had a good season in some time now. Two years since you yourself have played a full season. You will of course be reinstated into the team. I believe you have your broomstick yes?"

Harry nodded. "Excellent!" declared Dumbledore. "I am looking forward to this season. I do believe of course, that you have a few vacancies on your team?"

Harry nodded.

"Yes that is right sir. We are going to need to find two new Chasers, but if I am on the team, I assume Ginny would like to play chaser. That leaves only one."

"I believe that Katie has been made Captain of the team this year. I dare say she will have her work cut out for her. She is studying to become an Auror I believe."

Harry nodded with understanding.

"Yes, but I believe she will be up for the challenge."

"Well," said Albus dabbing the lemon juice on his plate into a roll and taking a bite, "I want you to be very cautious when you return home Harry." He surveyed him seriously. "I sometimes doubt whether it was wise to tell you of what I know. Tom is excellent at problem solving. He is aware of the link between the two of you, and he is much more experienced than you yourself. Perhaps he may find a way to gain information from your mind, to gain visions of what you are doing and what you are seeing. Nonetheless you had a right to know. Tom will one day know exactly what I have told you, but I was willing to keep him from that knowledge for as long as possible. Unfortunately, if he realises you have the knowledge he seeks, he may see it fit to try and capture you. All I can say is that you should be extra vigilant. You are fully aware that you are being watched, and the protection you have is the strongest that I can offer you, but take care all the same." Albus stood. "Well I should be off Harry, so if you ever feel the need to talk, just send me an owl."

"Goodnight sir."

Albus had a quick word with Remus and then pulled Tonks aside to have a word to her. He smiled when she told him about the two and how they were coping. Everything seemed to be alright. The sun was setting in the sky now, and the streets of Diagon Alley were slowly emptying.

-

"So Harry," spoke Remus. "Is there anything else you'd like to do before we leave?"

"How about we visit a Quidditch store?"

"Sure thing," said Remus. "Stores don't close for a few hours yet. Will that be all after that do you think?"

"I am not sure. I guess that it would be getting close."

The walk to Quality Quidditch Supplies was enjoyable enough. The streets were slowly clearing now, and Harry received the distinct feeling that people were trying to get away from the place before night fell. The blue sparks from the Weasleys' shop still glowed as bright as ever. The Quidditch store was flooded with bright light. The shelves were piled high with products. There were sections devoted to the selling of broomsticks of all makes and models. A part of the shop housed a wide array of posters and team jerseys. Harry ran his hand longingly over the silky material, his hand gently passing over the team emblems upon the front and back. He spotted a picture of Viktor Krum hanging upon the wall. He was continuously flying in an endless array of twists and turns after the Snitch. Books cluttered shelves in a hidden corner and Harry wondered if there was anything among the dusty tomes that could help improve his game. The place seemed to be rarely used, as if no one was remotely interested in books about Quidditch. Harry did notice a small collection of books sat by the counter, but they mostly focused on certain teams and how they were performing of late. A leather-bound golden book caught Harry's eye. A Complete Guide to Quidditch. He flipped it over, reading a short snippet of acclaim upon the back. Not in the entire history of Quidditch has their ever been a book so magnificently planned and produced. A first-rate guide. Intrigued, Harry flicked open the cover. The pages crackled as he shifted through them, yellow from long years of lack-of-care and use. The book was uncannily detailed. There was definitely no lack of information on any aspect of the game. There were guides to brooms, details on each of the balls, descriptions on tactics and strategies and even a small part dedicated to helping a flyer get the most out of their broom.

"A Complete Guide to Quidditch," spoke a wheezy voice from behind him. Harry spun around. A bent bald man stood behind him. A thick layer of white hair clung to his skull around his ears. His eyes shone a deep grey, but they seem unfocused. His brow was furrowed in thought, and he leant heavily upon the black walking stick in his hand. "That book was produced by a very dedicated and talented Quidditch player. She never played professionally, but I believe that she was instrumental in securing a victory for the Holyhead Harpies many years ago. She wrote that book, and had it published soon after, hoping that she could pass her knowledge on. Hardly anyone bought it. I have never come across another copy apart from that one. The illustrations are simple and the comments are witty. I doubt that you will find a book like it in all of London." Harry looked down at the book with renewed interest.

"I will take it."

The man nodded, as if he was not surprised by that decision.

"I thought you might. There is something about you that speaks of talent. I guess you play don't you? The book is in the best condition that it could be after sitting on a shelf for years. If you just take it to the counter I am sure that someone will allow you to purchase it." Harry nodded, walking off towards the counter. He looked behind him as he went, seeing the small crooked man standing beneath a poster of a flying "Basil Horton." The two had the same eyes. Harry looked back down towards the man, but he was gone.

Harry veered to the left towards the centre of the shop where there was a plain ordinary looking broom, a glinting golden card attached to its handle.

Top broom manufacturing companies have recently divulged that in another year they will be releasing their latest sporting broomstick. Will it live up to the high expectations of the Quidditch fans around the country? Will it surpass the Firebolt in terms of greatness? Details will be released monthly in all Quidditch magazines!

Harry whistled.

"Exciting isn't it?" spoke a voice from behind him. Harry nodded eagerly. He turned and found himself face to face with a young shop assistant. "So how can I help you?"

"I was actually wondering if you'd be able to sell me a Golden Snitch."

"Yes of course that won't be a problem. Please wait here for just a minute."

He quickly disappeared, returning with a small box in his hand.

"Here you are young sir!" He placed the box into Harry's hand as Harry shifted some galleons between them.

"Thankyou," said Harry with a quick smile. Harry planed to use this Snitch for the same purpose as his father. He was very interested in improving his game, and thought that perhaps if he just did what his father did; his reflexes would improve all the more. He grinned at the thought of playing like Viktor Krum. He only wished that he was not so troubled and that he could have simple and pleasant dreams each night, of playing Quidditch to the roar of a thousand or so crowd.

-

As they walked down Diagon Alley in silence, Harry looked towards his wrist. He groaned when he remembered that he didn't have a watch anymore. He tried to look up at the sun, but that did little other than blind him.

"We wouldn't be able to get me a watch by any chance would we?"

Tonks gasped with pleasure. "Oh I know the best jewellery store!" she exclaimed. Remus and Harry sighed and asked her to lead the way. When Harry walked through the doors, he had to admit that Tonks had a point. There was jewellery everywhere and it sparkled with hundreds of colours as the pieces spun and caught the light. Harry severely doubted that they were in the right place. When he had said watch he had meant something simple which would do the job. He sighed. 'Might as well step up a notch I guess.'

A beautiful young witch walked over. Her hair hung down past her shoulders in thin sheets. Harry had a difficult time deciding whether it was blonde or brown. He decided to just settle on a light brown. She had hazel-green eyes that shone merrily out at them, and probably stood somewhere between Ron and Harry in height. She was dressed in a simple black outfit, her hands folded neatly at her front as she stood before them.

"Can I help anyone?" she asked politely.

"Good afternoon," spoke Remus. "I was actually just making my way down the street, when I decided that I would like to know the time. So I look down to my wrist and what do I find? Nothing! So I thought I would come here right away and get myself a watch."

The young girl giggled. Harry guffawed.

"You idiot!"

Remus laughed heartily. "Yes well young Harry here needs a new watch. Do you think you could offer him anything?"

"Oh of course." She gave Harry a wink. "If you would just follow me." Harry and her moved away from Remus and Tonk and headed towards a portion of the shop with glittering and sparkling watches.

"Is that your Dad? He is quite funny!"

Harry shook his head. "Not my Dad no. My guardian. I guess he just thought it was a serious looking place. He does love to have a laugh."

She smirked. "Well it probably would be a serious place if I wasn't here. I love chatting with the customers. Some of them have really interesting lives. Albus Dumbledore came in today actually asking if we did watch repairs. I always thought he would be so serious. There was an aura of power around him, but yet he was so gentle and happy. He is my hero did you know?"

"Well no. I only just walked in so I know very little about you."

She grinned mischievously. "Would you like to know more?"

Harry blushed. She giggled. "You're lucky I did come out rather then my associate. I sometimes get the feeling that she doesn't have a sense of humour." She seemed to ponder this for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "Anyway, you are looking for a watch. Well we have a very wide variety of those," she said indicating the display cabinet in front of them. "Some of them are just your simple ordinary watch, but some have magical properties."

"Magical properties?"

"Yes, that's right. Umm…some have unbreakable bands and some are very detailed and accurate time tellers. You know, just things like that."

"Oh I see. Well all I really want is to know the time. And I would like something that won't be ruined beneath water."

She nodded, scanning the shelves for something that fit his requirements."

"I think I can help you, but I have nothing simple. It is either gold or silver I am afraid."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"I believe that silver will do."

She smiled. "Yes I quite agree. It would go quite well with your eyes. Nice choice."

She reached down to her belt to remove a chain of keys and unlocked the cabinet, removing the correct watch. It was quite handsome to look at, consisting of glittering silver bands with intricate and elegant golden number beneath the glass. The gold hands moved slowly around the edges. She fitted it carefully around his wrist. He shivered as her cool hand brushed across his skin.

"Sorry," she murmured blushing, feeling the hair of his arm prickle slightly. "Does it feel ok?"

Harry moved his wrist around. "Feels fine."

"Excellent! Well, I'll just put this one back into the cabinet and go grab one from the back."

Harry waited patiently by the counter, scanning the row of rings in the glass cabinet beneath his hands. He jumped when she suddenly returned and started speaking.

"Do you go to Hogwarts then?"

He nodded, looking at her carefully.

"You still look quite young, but I don't remember seeing you around."

She shook her head. "You wouldn't have. I go to Beauxbatons. My parents went there and had me soon after leaving. They decided they would like to open a jewellery shop, well at least my mother did. She owns this store. She arranges for me to work her when I am not at school. Dad works at the Ministry in the Law Enforcement Squad. They decided they would like me to go to the same school as they."

"Do you like it?"

She nodded. "It is wonderful. I would dearly love to see Hogwarts though. I read about it occasionally, to see where Dumbledore makes his residence. It sounds remarkable."

"It is," spoke Harry in a murmur. "It is very dear to me that place. It is basically the only place that I can call home."

She looked at him curiously. "Don't-don't you like where you live?"

He shook his head. "No. I hate it." He saw her look over at Remus.

"Oh no, I don't live with him. I live with my Aunt and Uncle. I don't like it at all. I have to stay with them until I finish school. Being at Hogwarts lets me get away from them for the entire year."

"Oh I see. Well not really, but if you say it is horrible I will believe you. Your expression tells me everything I need to know. How old are you?"

"Fifteen. I turn sixteen at the end of July."

"Oh. I turned sixteen in March." She saw him continue to glance at the rings.

"Would you like one? Let me choose you one?"

She looked into the cabinet and started glancing over them as well. "How about this?" she said bringing one back. Harry took it and gave it a glance. It was a simple enough ring, bronze or copper, but there was a small black etching of a heart carved into it. He looked at her, and she gave him a smile and a quick wink.

"How much?" he asked eyeing her slyly.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing?"

"Well it is from me to you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But I want to!" she insisted. "It can be an early birthday present!"

"You sure?"

"Yes."

He sighed. "Well I guess I can't refuse a beautiful lady."

She smiled pulling it from beneath the cabinet. She placed it into a small box. She slipped the two boxes into one bag and then wrote her name onto a piece of paper, slipping that into the bag as well.

"Owl me."

Harry blushed, but he nodded and gave her a quick smile. He felt her eyes on him as he left the store and he grinned to himself. I wonder if things will go anywhere…

-

Harry, Remus and Tonks walked from the shop. Harry's legs were begging at him to sit down, and he dearly hoped that they would have a chance to do so soon. His arms were starting to ache with the weight of the books he was carrying. He thought about perhaps leaving them at the Leaky Cauldron, but then thought that they probably wouldn't be out much longer anyway. Tonks seemed to be itching to say something. Harry soon found out exactly what was eating her.

"So..." she said casually. Too casually thought Harry.

"Here it comes," he muttered so that only Remus could hear. Remus grinned

"She was a nice girl wasn't she Harry?" asked Tonks.

"Very," said Harry closing his eyes and causing Remus to laugh.

"Maybe you should go ask her name?"

"I already got it," said Harry grabbing onto Remus' arm so he could lead him. He found it harder to be embarrassed when not looking at who was talking.

"Oh, excellent!"

"Do you plan to owl her?"

"Let's just say she expects me to owl her." Remus smirked.

"Well that is excellent Harry. Err...she does know that you are Harry Potter right?"

Harry thought about this for a second and then shook his head. He opened his eyes. The worst of it seemed over.

"So are you going tell her?"

"I guess I will have to, won't I?"

"Yes, and then you can taker her out some place nice!"

'Damn' he thought going red.

"Little soon for that isn't it? I wouldn't mind knowing more then just her name first. Do they have anywhere I can buy a paper at all?" Remus nodded, recognising Harry's attempt to change the subject.

"Sure follow me." They walked for a while until they came to a shop which resembled a Muggle newsagent. Outside were small racks with magazines, and calendars displaying flying Quidditch players, or strange rock artists that Harry had not heard of. Inside were small shelves piled high with magazines. There were magazines on cooking and potion making and even beauty magazines. A large portion of one shelf was stacked with hundreds of brochures on home defence. There seemed to be a large crowd of witches and wizards trying to gain access to these. Harry had not really been thinking about it, but there had been a nervous air to Diagon Alley all day. Now that Voldemort was back, there was a fear in the community that had not been felt in many years. Not even the escape of the Azkaban prisoners had done what it was doing to the magical community now that Voldemort had returned to power. People avoided others eyes in the streets, glaring hardly and suspiciously at anyone that seemed to be in a rush. It seemed to Harry that there was little chatter and little laughter. One raised voice could draw ten or twenty eyes away from their task. People smiled, but it seemed as if it was put-on, as if it was all just a mask to hide their fear. Harry sighed, avoiding the crowd, and picking up an edition of the Daily Prophet. He walked the aisles scanning for a Quidditch magazine so that he could get the buzz on the latest broomstick. The more he knew about it the more he and Ron could dream about owning one. Harry had to wait for some minutes at the counter. It seemed that the brochures had run out and people were demanding more. Eventually the crowds cleared with the promise that there would be more tomorrow. The owner smiled wearily at them, took their money, and then waved them away. "Perhaps I should subscribe to the Daily Prophet again," Harry mused as they walked from the store. "It could have its advantages and I really should keep up with the news."

-

"So is that everything now?" asked Tonks. Harry nodded.

"Yes I think it will be."

"Wonderful! I am quite thirsty though. All this walking around has worn me out. How about we go have a drink?"

Harry decided not to mention that it had been her who had dragged them around the clothing shop for some hours.

"Oh we might as well."

Remus pushed his way through the crowds and led them over to a small out of the way place.

"What would you like?" asked a waitress coming over to them.

"Ah...just some pumpkin juice please!" spoke Harry.

"A coffee."

"Me too."

They drank in silence, tossed some coins upon their saucers and left. Remus was hailed by a number of students from Hogwarts, including Neville Longbottom. Harry winked at Neville.

"Hello Neville. It's Harry!"

"Harry? Well it does sound like you." He sounded unsure. He looked up at Remus, who nodded. Neville grinned.

"Have you been ok Neville? After the Ministry I mean?" He nodded.

"What about you?" he said apprehensively.

"Hmm...I guess I've been ok. I miss not having Sirius around, but I am getting there. Oh, did you know that Remus is my new guardian now?

"Really? Well that is great!"

"Yes," said Harry with a smile. "You here to get your school books?"

Neville nodded. "The lists came quite early this year didn't they? Gran wants me to do some holiday reading." He shook his head in dismay.

"Do you think you will get into that Transfiguration course?"

"I hope so!" he murmured with a blush. He grinned suddenly. "Imagine how surprised McGonagall would be if I did. I really am hopeless at that subject."

Harry laughed. "I have to admit that it would be something to see her face. So are you heading over to start some studying tomorrow?"

Neville shook his head. "I was going to, but I will probably head over tonight. Ron told me they are at Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes', and that I can head back with them later on. Have you seen their shop?"

Harry nodded. "Yes just today."

Neville smiled. "Amazing isn't it? I picked up a Canary Cream and looked at the wrapper. My head is on it! They show my head turning into the head of a canary!" He laughed merrily. "Fred said it was because I was the first official tester."

"Really?" said Harry surprised. "Oh that is so cool! How is that plant of yours going? The mimbulus mimbletonia was it?"

"Yes that's right!" said Neville. "No luck with the breeding yet, but I am sure I am getting close!" He had a strong expression of determination upon his face. "I've been reading up on it and I reckon that I should get it before too much longer." He looked very proud. Harry beamed at him.

"Excellent!"

Neville suddenly realised that he was probably keeping his Gran waiting.

"Oh I should go. Gran hates it when she has to wait for me! I'll see you at school Harry! Good-bye!"

Harry waved and watched him walk slowly on through the crowds. He turned back to Remus and Tonks.

"Do you think it is at all possible to get Neville a plant of some sort? He loves Herbology and it is his birthday at the end of the month."

"Hmm...Actually I think there may be a place just back a little down an alley near a cafe." They headed back until Remus spotted the cafe, and then headed down the alley beside it. They entered the store at the end of the alley and found themselves in a building full of nothing but plants. Harry whistled.

"It is rather big isn't it?" asked Tonks looking up at the distant ceiling.

"I think help would be desirable!" exclaimed Remus.

A young witch suddenly popped up beside them. Harry jumped, clutching at his chest.

"Hello," she said rubbing pointlessly at her dirt covered robes. "What can I interest you in?"

"I have a friend who is rather interested in plants. I am looking for something that is rather rare, but that he will be able to take care of in different locations. One location is Hogwarts and the other is...err...I'm not actually sure. Tonks?" She nodded and told the witch where the Longbottom's lived. The witch thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm...I think I have just the thing. Be right back." And she had vanished. She was back so quickly that Harry jumped again. His heart was definitely feeling the strain now. Remus was trying not to laugh at him. The witch did not seem to notice a thing.

"Here we go," she said handing a pot to Harry. "These are known as Glass Carnations. They are very rare and require careful care to survive. They thrive upon snow covered peaks, bursting into flower in the spring. Each season after the petals will change their colour. They gain the name from their unique magical properties. At one stage, given the correct treatment, the petals will become a soft transparent colour and harden. They are usually picked at this time and used to create expensive jewellery or necklaces. If not picked, they fall and break." She fumbled around in her pocket, pulling out some pieces of parchment. "You're friend will find that experimentation is the key, but these notes will give him some handy tips." She slipped a small paper satchel into his hand. "Here are the seeds. They will only grow successfully if placed in this soil." She tapped the pot lightly. "Three seeds in this pot will be enough. If your friend would desire any more soil, just ask him to contact me here. Oh, yes. He may also be interested to know that every spring there is a Glass Carnation competition here. People will bring their flowers in, and they will be judged. If he is passionate about this flower, he may be keen to come and try his luck."

Harry nodded, trying to take all this in so that he could tell Neville. He reached into his pockets, gave the woman some coins, and walked from the store.

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Under great strain, the three slowly and carefully made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Just as they approached the brick wall, Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley caught them up.

"So Harry," boomed Kingsley. "Good day? I guess Tonks dragged you around until you couldn't walk any more right?"

Harry laughed. "Yes! She was practically dragging us through the clothes store."

"What's that? She was dragging you and Remus?"

"Good Merlin! You poor blokes. We really should take you all out for a drink or two."

Remus laughed. "Oh I would love too, but I do have to get Harry back home you know."

"Yes, yes of course. I understand. Well if you want to accept that offer Remus, just meet us in the Leaky Cauldron in about two hours or so!"

It was indeed getting late. It was sometime around seven Harry was guessing. Tom fared them well by the fire place, placing their packages into large black bags to avoid the damage that would come from soot. Harry took a last look around the dark dinghy room, and then stepped into the fireplace.

-

Mrs Figg was sitting in an armchair, the television on and her hands moving slowly across a table placing a jigsaw puzzle together.

"Harry!" she exclaimed with a jump, scattering a number of jigsaw pieces across the carpet.

"Sorry Mrs Figg," he murmured, placing his packages upon the carpet and moving to help her pick up the pieces. Remus and Tonks appeared. Mrs Figg disappeared briefly, bringing back some glasses of lemonade and a plate of scones.

"How was your day?" she asked. She laughed merrily as they recounted their experiences, winking merrily at Harry as Tonks explained about the jewellery store. As Remus munched away upon the last scone, Mrs Figg yawned.

"Oh dear, I really must turn in for the night."

"No problem," spoke Remus through a mouthful of scone, earning a glare from the two ladies. He grinned apologetically and swallowed. "Sorry. We will leave now then."

She nodded and bade them farewell, seeing them out the door. They heard the lock click into place as she closed it behind them. Harry couldn't help but yawn also.

"Maybe it is time for you to sleep too!" said Tonks steering him towards the front door of the Dursley's.

-

They placed the packages in a corner of Harry's room, stretching out their muscles slowly as they did so. Harry was sitting with his legs scrunched up to his chest upon his bed.

"Do you two really have to go?" he asked with worry. Remus thought there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"What's the problem Harry?"

"It's just…No, never mind. I'm fine."

Remus sat down beside him and gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Come on Harry. Tell us what is up. I am quite sure we can do something to help you out." Tonks nodded her agreement. Harry sighed and blushed.

"Ok. It's just that last night was the first good night's sleep I have had in a long time. I am just so scared and nervous. I always think that Voldemort could be just around the corner, or hiding in this room under my bed." He blushed a deeper shade of red. "Every time the house creaks, I jump, thinking he is climbing the stairs. I don't feel safe any more. I don't know how I get to sleep each night."

"Don't worry Harry. Just remember that you are safe here. No one can reach you. I know that this is a very terrible time Harry but we must leave. We have to be on duty. However, one of us will drop in each night and stay with you until you get to sleep ok? Please tell me about these dreams. Maybe it will help." Harry hesitated and then nodded his head, smiling gratefully. That smile disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"I dream about Sirius falling, about Bellatrix laughing at him, about Voldemort laughing at me." A silent tear slid down his face. "Every night! Every night I dream of the most terrible events of my life. I see my parents begging for mercy, I see Wormtail laughing as Sirius is dragged away to Azkaban, I see Ginny and Ron and Hermione injured and dying." The tears fell heavily now and he began to sob. "I see the body of Cedric over and over, I see Sirius being tortured, I see Voldemort defeating Dumbledore in battle, I see Voldemort finding Grimmauld Place, and I see the fall of Hogwarts and the killing and torturing of young children." His voice was cracking now; Harry could hardly hold himself up anymore. He slumped and fell from the bed, to his knees. "I see Neville tortured like his parents, I see Death Eaters attacking and killing Order members one by one. I see families killed when they have nothing to do with the war. I see the look of pleasure on the Death Eater's faces as they torture again and again and again…" They heard the hint of something else in his voice now. It sounded like anger, like disgust. "And lastly I see the start of our battle. The final battle. Don't ask me how I know, but I know. I know that I will fight him." His sobs became anguished now, like the cries of someone about to be put to death. "I know I will die, I see him fire off the first curse. I hear my own scream of pain. I see myself fall…and then I wake. Every night, every hour, every minute… Oh that bastard. I just can't handle this. I tell you I can not handle it. I can't last much longer Remus. I feel so weak, so empty, so alone…"

Remus pulled him up and hugged him firmly. He was crying as freely as Harry. There was an ache in his chest, a fear. He knew that Harry was in a bad way, and he couldn't say that Harry wouldn't leave this world if given the chance. 'But what can I do? I don't know what else I can do for him. I've given him a home; I've talked to him about Sirius. I can't tell him it won't happen. There is something he just isn't telling me. But what good would it do if he did? All I need is a way to make him see that there is goodness in life!'

"Harry… I don't know what to say. I know by your voice that you aren't lying. I believe you without a doubt that you will face him and you know what? That scares me, it frightens me, it makes me feel so alone and hopeless, that knowing nothing I say or do will stop that. You do not know how much I desire to help you with this. All I can tell you to do is to be like Sirius."

"Sirius went into battle not knowing… What do you do when you go into a battle knowing full well that it will happen? What do you fight for if you know you will die anyway?"

"Harry, you do not see yourself dying. You are not a prophet. Your dream is a fear. You are putting what you think will happen into your dream. For all we know Voldemort could be feeding you more images to pull and twist you apart. Harry you know that you will fight, but you don't know that you will die… I go into every duel with Death Eaters knowing that I could die, not that I will! And if that won't convince you then all I can say is that death is not bad. Death is supposed to be pleasant, a rest after a long or hard life. It doesn't sound like I have said enough and I am so sorry Harry, but I just don't know what else to say…"

Harry sniffed, dabbing at his eyes. "You're right Remus… But I don't think the fear will go away."

"No… Everyone fears something Harry."

He nodded again.

"I guess you have guessed more then I wanted you to."

"I may have. It doesn't make sense Harry. How could you know? And since when would you believe such a dream?"

"The prophecy…" murmured Harry.

"The prophecy? I don't get it, it was destroyed…" He stopped suddenly, realisation dawning upon his face.

"The prophecy! Someone had to have told it! You know it don't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Oh no. Please Harry; tell me it didn't say that!"

Harry just shivered, letting more tears drip down his face. Remus stood and swore loudly.

"Remus!" gasped Tonks. She was trembling from what Harry had been speaking of. "Is that really necessary?"

"Tell me Harry! What did it say?" demanded Remus ignoring Tonks completely. Harry's body shook and he shook his head fervently.

"I don't want you to hear it!"

"Harry, you can't handle this on your own. You can't cut us off like this. Do you think I am volunteering for the hell of it? If I didn't want to know would I ask? It makes absolutely no sense!"

Harry just let loose. He couldn't hold it in anymore. Maybe Remus was right. Just maybe everything would be alright.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

"That's it?" Harry nodded lightly. He felt no better. "Well what is this power the Dark Lord knows naught about?"

Harry shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know."

Remus sighed and sat down beside him.

"No one should have to go through this Harry. Especially not you. But trust me; evil shall not triumph, not this time. The Order will die trying to make sure we win. It is a sacrifice that we are all more then willing to make. We are not in the Order for vengeance, or because we fancy a little action and heroism. It is what few can understand and which is why we do not let many join. Even wizards and witches of age can not join if they do not understand our cause. We are fighting Harry yes, but we are willing and ready to meet death if it means that we can play a part in preventing the rise of evil and the fall of all that is good in the world. Sirius was in the Order because of this. He was willing, as James was, ready to fight even Voldemort if he had to, and that is the way we all feel. Remember Harry nightmares, can give you a cause to fight. It is better then seeing it happen to new people. Your nightmares are showing you what has happened or what could. Treasure them Harry. Live with them. They give us a reason to fight. They show us what a world of evil would be like. They show us the greed and hatred that people possess, and how it can corrupt an entire world. Even the members of the Order go through this Harry. We have nightmares, especially when a member is killed, and there is no way of avoiding them. The best we can do is give you a Dreamless Sleep potion, but it isn't exactly a way to deal with your problems. Remember that they are dreams, remember what they can give you and do for you. Remember that this is why we are fighting. And we always will be Harry. Trust me; I won't let them get to you if it is in my power to stop it. I am here for you Harry. Sirius was willing to give his life for you. We are prepared to make the same sacrifice!"

"Don't you understand?" exclaimed Harry pushing himself away. "This is inevitable. Regardless of what you or I want, it is going to occur. Eventually one of these days, I will face him. Is it worth wasting lives trying to stop or delay that?"

"Harry, we can delay him though. We can give you time to become truly powerful."

"You're crazy. It says neither can live while the other survives. You think that it will be my choice. Let me tell you, I am not going to have a say in it. I have been thinking about this. If this battle hasn't happened by the end of my seventh year I am going to go and find him myself."

"Harry, you can't do that!" gasped Remus. "That would be suicide. You should at least wait until you have completed Auror training."

Harry shook his head firmly.

"The way I see it there are at least two parts to my life. There is the part when I do my schooling, and then there is the part where I have a career and can raise a family. I am not going to start another part of my life and then have it ruined halfway through! Regardless of what you or anyone else says or does, I will be fighting him at the end of my seventh year!"

"Harry I understand and respect that, but if you were to just gain that little extra piece of training your chances of victory would substantially improve!"

"Maybe so," mused Harry, taking deep breaths to calm down, "but if you are so worried that I am going to fail, you can just teach me everything you believe I will need to know before the end of that year!

Tonks and Remus shook their heads in dismay, obviously not agreeing with his decision in the slightest, but Remus let lose a hearty sigh and slumped his shoulders in resignation.

"I do understand your decision Harry, and you can always learn what you would learn during an Aurors' training during the next two years."

Harry nodded. Remus had accepted his decision. Harry however, was feeling more like agreeing with Remus'. The problem was that once the decision was made, it felt so right to change and do something completely different. More time seemed like a luxury to Harry now. He took a deep breath and resigned himself to stick with his decision. Remus obviously seemed to be hoping that Harry would change his decision, but his face fell when he learned it would not be so. When Harry spoke, he sounded different, as if he had failed miserably in some unknown test. His voice seemed to lack the sound of emotion. It sounded plain and boring.

"Right!" said Harry, trying to compose himself and keep a dry eye. "I have two years left of my life at the minimum. Not much I suppose, but it is better then nothing." He creased his brow, obviously deep in thought. His eyes were moistening, a tear running down his face and past the corner of his mouth. "So much to do, and so very little time," he mused with a lopsided half-hearted grin. He shook his head in dismay. "It seems wrong, but I know it has to be. I suppose my life is better than most. It started like some form of nightmare, but it soon became a fairytale. I guess that not every fairytale can have a happy ending." It reminded him so much of the little children rhyme Humpty Dumpty. Harry was on that wall, and he was definitely about to fall. Could his friends possibly patch him up and give him a nudge in the right direction?

"Come on Harry," spoke Remus in a low voice. He sounded very depressed and upset. "Let's get you into bed now. You will have some long and hard days ahead of you." He seemed to be thinking, not concentrating on his words at all, something which became quite apparent when he tried to drag Tonks towards the bed instead of Harry. Suddenly he seemed to snap out of it, and there was a determination in his voice unlike Harry had ever heard before.

"Oh, sorry Tonks," he said with a grin. He grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling his robes from over his head and laying him down into his bed. He gently reached down and pulled the sheets up to Harry's chest. He grasped Harry's hand in his own.

"Harry," he whispered, "I know I am probably a poor substitute for a real father, but I am new to all of this and I am doing my best. Sirius sometimes thought of you as a friend, and I must admit it is an easy mistake to make. We were not like James. We didn't have the chance to raise you and see you as a son, more of a friend or student. I am trying my best Harry, and I really do care for you. I can't explain how I suddenly feel so attached to you. Maybe it is because you and I are in very similar boats, well with regards to Sirius anyway. I had a childhood, with loving parents, but yet you are one who has not. I will not have any children of my own in this lifetime Harry, so the most I can do is become a father for another. You are that child to me Harry, and yes, it will definitely take me some time, but I hope we can do all the things that a father and son would do. I am not aiming to replace James or Sirius. Those two will always occupy a space in your heart, which I will not fill. However, I hope to be something of a father to you, until you feel you need a father no more. I will help you through this Harry. I ask you to listen to my advice, but I do not expect you to heed it. This prophecy is not in regards to me, and I can not imagine what it must be like. That does not mean, however, that I can not help you and be there for you. When that day comes Harry, you will be ready. That much, I can promise you."

Harry's eyes were slowly closing. Remus reached up a hand and brushed his hair from across his scar, running a finger across it gently. He felt Harry shiver. He moved his hand to Harry's nose, plucking the glasses from his face, giving them a quick rub before placing them beside his bed.

"Remember Harry. A nightmare can serve as a reminder. Do not heed them. Just remember that those nightmares are what we are fighting to stop. Goodnight. Sleep well."

Harry murmured something that Remus could not quite catch, and felt his hand slip from his own. Remus stood, smiling fondly down at him as he pulled the sheets more tightly around himself. Tonks lay a gentle hand upon his forearm and Remus gently lay a hand atop of that.

"Do you think that everything will be alright Tonks?" he asked slowly and carefully. She didn't speak for a moment, but listened to the wind as it lightly blew past the window. She smiled to herself as her eyes swept across a photo of Harry and Sirius and Remus waving merrily at her.

"Yes Remus," she answered. "Everything will be fine."

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