Chapter Six: Day Twelve at St.Mungos

Warning(s): minor hint of slash

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Journal,

It's day twelve. Three days have passed since I was almost r-raped in the cafeteria. It's been one day since I decided to let Kayan kiss me. I must admit, it was nice. Not at all like I thought it would be. Kayan was gentle and let me choose to deepen it or pull away.

Nevans came up with another idea to help me cope. Instead of writing I'm to speak to a quill that will write down what I say. He says it'll help me cope if I can speak about it, even if it's only to myself.

I'm going shopping today with Kayan and Nevans. We're going to Diagon Alley and then to muggle London. He says I have almost complete control over myself now and I deserve a break. He says I get to choose my own clothes and stuff.

I'm also going to be moving into another room. This one will be a normal room, not padded or charmed. I can't wait. He also says I can start bringing Jovan around with me. I guess that's a good thing because the Siberian Wolf won't let me out of his sight.

Well, I best be going. We're leaving to shop in another twenty minutes. Damn this is very weird. I feel like I'm talking into a telephone…..

Harry slid his journal into a bad and left his things on the bed to be moved later that day. After his shopping trip he would be moving into his new room. "You ready?" Kayan poked his head in the doorway.

"Yep." Harry said, tying his full money pouch to his old, worn belt.

"Good, because we are and we'll leave without you if you aren't." Harry mock-pouted and shoved Kayan playfully as he passed. He tensed briefly when Kayan caught him from behind in a bear hug but then relaxed in the taller boy's arms.

"I find it very hard to walk like this." Harry commented as they waddled down the hall to meet Nevans. Kayan shrugged and picked Harry off his feet. Harry screeched as Kayan began to walk normally down the hall, passing by several other patients.

"Better?"

"Put me down you oaf!" Harry laughed, ignoring the stares they received. Kayan plopped him down. "Thank you." Harry said with a grin as he straightened out his clothes.

"I could hear you two all the way down the hallway." Nevans spoke up as he exited his office. Harry glared half-heartedly at Kayan.

"He started it."

"I'm sure he did. Ready?" Both young men nodded and they set off to the visiting room, where they took the floo network to The Leaky Cauldron. Tom the bartender was there to greet them and offer them the use of a room for any shopping bags.

They fastened cloaks about them and, after a brief thanks to Tom, were out into the alley that housed the entrance to Diagon Alley. Nevans opened it with the appropriate taps with his wand and they stepped through. Harry lowered his head and allowed his bangs to cover his scar.

"Let's hurry." Harry muttered nervously. Nevans nodded in agreement and they made their way to the first shop on their list-Madam Malkins Robes and Clothes for all Occasions.

Harry waited patiently while he was being measured, and Kayan wandered off to browse through the racks of robes. Harry ignored him and turned to Nevans, who was talking quietly with Malkin while her tape measure was flying about taking measurements. An enchanted pen wrote the measurements down.

"Okay dearie, you're done." Malkin said after a moment. The tape measure fell to the floor and Harry hopped off the stool.

"Go on and browse through robes and things with Kayan. If you see something you like, then bring it over and we can have it sized to fit." Harry nodded and joined Kayen by the trousers, while Nevans went back to talking with Malkin.

"How about these ones?" Kayan suggested as soon as Harry was by him. He held up a pair of tight-looking leather trouser.

"Leather? I don't think…" Kayan shushed Harry and handed him the pants.

"They're black snakeskin, very rare. You're getting them." Harry's mouth snapped shut and Kayan moved on. A pair of green snakeskin pants joined the black ones, then a pair of black dress trousers. Then Kayan chose a few pairs of silk dress shirts for Harry in green, black, and blue.

"Are we done here?" Harry almost pleaded as they dumped the clothes in the front by Nevans, who gave them a smirk. Malking busied herself with sizing the clothes right and boxing them.

"No. We have to get the casual clothes now." Kayan said. "Thank Merlin Malkin got muggle clothes available now…" He muttered, dragging Harry off.

Kayan added to the list of purchases by choosing five pairs of jeans for Harry in blue and black, all baggy. Another two pairs of snakeskin trousers, the less dressier and baggier kind, joined the pile. Several shirts were chosen, all either plain or with funny sayings on them, one of which said "I am the chosen one".

"We done yet?" Kayan shook his head and led him over to the cloak and boot section. Harry ended up with new boots of the gothic variety, dress boots, a fancy black cloak, and many other cloaks for normal day wear.

"Now we're done." They had the rest of the clothes sized, paid for them, then shrunk them and left the shop. "Next stop, book store. There's a new one that has muggle and magical books."

"Okay." Harry said resigned.

"But first we're stopping to drop these at the Leaky Cauldron. You're also going to change." Harry sighed and allowed himself to be led back to the Leaky Cauldron. Once there they dropped off their things, and Harry changed into the most comfortable-looking clothes he had- the baggy snakeskin trousers and a black tee shirt with green writing that said " Some days it's just not worth gnawing through the straps."

After he threw on a black cloak with green lining, and a new pair of combat boots, Harry was ready to go. They stopped by a trunk shop on the way to the bookstore and Harry bought himself a multi-compartment trunk that shrank on command and fitted onto a belt clip, which forced him to buy a new leather belt.

The trunk itself was black and silver, and had four main compartments. One was specifically for books, and one was for clothing. It was charmed against theft, fire, drenching, and everything else one could think of.

At the bookstore Harry managed to pile a good selection of books onto the table Nevans was saving for them. He chose magic books, magical fantasty books, and muggle books including a trilogy by Trudi Canavan and a new type of book called manga. Once he payed for his purchases they were shrunk for him and they were on their way out.

"Harry?" Harry froze and he passed by a brown haired man who was on his way inside. He turned around to see Remus standing in the entrance of the bookstore, a large black dog beside him.

"Remus? Snuffles?" He was suddenly pulled into a rough hug and flinched. Remus didn't seem to notice and he held on.

"When we heard what Dumbledore did…..he didn't let us visit…." Was all Harry managed to decipher from the man. He relaxed in his mentors arms and hugged him back.

"I missed you too Remus, Snuffles." Someone cleared their throat and Remus pulled away.

"Maybe we should take this to the Leaky Cauldron?" Nevans suggested.

"Sorry, but I'm actually here on business for Dumbledore. He'd notice if I were late…I can't today…but I want to visit you Harry." Remus said softly.

"Sure. Just bring Snuffles too." Remus nodded and they parted ways. Once Remus was out of sight Harry sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. They came in contact with a piece of paper and Harry pulled it out.

'Read alone' Was all it said. Harry put it back into his pocket and followed Nevans and Kayan back to the Leaky Cauldron.

He took his time to put his clothes away into the appropriate compartment of his trunk, which was charmed to choose the clothes Harry wanted to wear once Harry touched the lid, using pictures from Harry's memory.

The books went into the library portion of his trunk and a list of them automatically appeared. All he would have to do is tap the name of the book he wanted and it would pop up.

Once Harry had the trunk back on his belt, they left for the hospital.

TBC

I don't own the sayings on his shirts. Theya re real though. And I don't own Trudi Canavan, her books are real. Go read them, they are good…..