Chapter: Chapter Eight: The Diagon Alley, in High Style
Author: King Harrison
Category: Action/Adventure
Sub-Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP,
Summary: Wherein many things are bought.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author Notes: Sorry this is so short, but I really couldn't think of anything else important to put in here since the next important thing is Harry's birthday–and that needs it's own chapter.
"No wonder she doesn't have any friends…"
Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Chapter Eight: Diagon Alley, in High Style"So, where to first?" Harry asked Hermione."
"Well, Madam Malkin's, since we've both grown since last year."
(A/N they still need regular uniforms and travel robes. The others were auto–fitting training/battle robes)
"OK."
They entered the shop, and found Madam Malkin herself waiting to serve someone.
She came forward, smiling. "Ah Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger. It is always a pleasure–"
The door opened, and Harry and Hermione's second least favorite person (Voldemort would always hold the number one position) entered.
Malfoy smirked and turned to Madam Malkin. "I am here to be measured for my new robes this year."
Hermione snorted. "The only part of you that has grown, Malfoy, is your big head."
"And the only part of you that has grown is your buck teeth."
Madam Malkin stepped forward. "Quiet! I will not have fighting in my establishment. I am sorry, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, but I must wait on Mr. Malfoy, here. Fudge passed a new law forcing us to wait first on the wealthiest, and then the others."
Malfoy smirked at them. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Madam, I am well aware of that law. 'As it is stated in the books of Gringotts, the wealthiest waiting wizard and his party must be waited upon first in any store in the United Kingdom…' et cetera, et cetera. So, therefore, Hermione and I should be waited upon first."
Malfoy began to laugh. "You are stupider than I thought, Potter! Do you need the Mudblood to do everything for you? As everyone knows, the Malfoy family is the richest in Europe. The only richer family in the world are the Gates family in America. The only families whose riches even come close are the Blacks, and yes, the Potters."
Harry pointed at a huge leather–bound book on the desk. "Take a look at the book, Malfoy."
Malfoy smirked again and opened the book to the first page. At the top were the words: "The Gringotts book of Wizarding Riches"
The first entry was:
The Combined monetary values of the Pendragon/Le Fey, Merlin/Gryffindor, Potter, Black, and several other small fortunes combined within them. Monetary value: Approximately 345,678,821,541,640,042,507,272,000 Galleons. Headed by Harrison James Potter-Black
The second was:
The Combined monetary values of the Malefoi, Slytherin, and Riddle fortunes. Monetary value 174,456,845,596,123,985,585,369,000 Galleons. Headed by Thomas Marvolo Riddle and Lucius Caecilius Malfoy
Malfoy fainted. Pretending not to notice Malfoy, Hermione said to Harry, "I didn't know your name was Harrison."
"I did. I saw my birth certificate once."
Harry turned to Madame Malkin. "May we begin."
Looking furtively at Malfoy, she said, "Of course. You'll be needing regular uniforms, training robes, and vacation robes, so–"
"We already have training robes."
Madame Malkin looked affronted. "Why ever didn't you get them here?"
"They were in my family vault."
Her face softened. "Of course. Now let us begin."
Twenty minutes later, Harry and Hermione exited with robes of a finer quality than usual.
"Next to Flourish and Blotts, then."
Hermione, after gaining Harry's permission, went back and forth between the library in the Vault and Flourish and Blotts, getting every single book that the library didn't have. Then all of the regular Hogwarts books were bought and put into their bags. Just as they were leaving, Harry was bowled over by a gaggle of red–heads.
Harry grinned. "Hello, all. Enjoying your new riches?"
Ron spoke up first. "You bet we are! Harry, I got brand new robes, and this!" Harry gasped as a broom was shoved in his face. Harry read the imprinted Thunderbolt on its handle. "It's the keeper version of the Firebolt. Ginny got a Blizzarbolt, the Chaser version."
Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and gave Harry a hug. Oh, thank you, Harry."
"There's nothing to thank me for! It was my parents and Sirius!"
"Still, thank you!"
They spent the rest of the day getting the other minor supplies and sitting around Quality Quidditch Supplies. To Harry's shock, Hermione asked him to get her a Blizzarbolt.
At Harry's consternated look, Hermione blushed. "I was hoping you'd train me to use it. And then maybe I could be more into Quidditch."
Harry grinned, hugged her, and exclaimed, "That'd be great!"
Then it was time to go back to the Grangers'. Harry said his good–byes and jumped into the Ferrari with Hermione.