A/N: Hey, I just got done with this chapter so I am uploading it now. Please Read and Review. Thansk a lot for the couple of Reviews that I have recieved. The more that you review the quicker that I write. So here is chapter two.

Chapter Two

A Trip to London

Harry walked calmly through the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, his footfalls resounding against the marble floors and high ceiling. There were few people there, most being at home at this early hour. However, Harry could see an old witch in a violet cloak walking leisurely towards her office with a box of doughnuts and a cup of steaming coffee. There was also a rather aggravated looking wizard dressed in maroon who was hurrying toward one of the fireplaces that lines the walls.

Harry approached the security desk and lowered his hood. "I was asked to present my wand for a search," said Harry to a tired looking guard.

The guard nodded in response and said, "Name."

"Harry Potter," he replied.

The guard looked up from the parchment in front of him in mild surprise. "Is it now," he said performing the familiar glance towards Harry's scar. "I'm going to be needing your wand," the guard said. Harry handed over his wand for examination and had it promptly returned to him. "Okay, and one last thing," the guard said.

"What?" asked Harry.

"What is your full name?" the guard asked. This time he held out a large sneakoscope.

"Harry James Potter."

"Okay," said the guard, "Everything seems to be in order here. An' by the way, sorry to trouble you but with You-Know-Who and the like about we had to increase security."

"No problem," replied Harry.

"Now step through the secrecy sensors and make your way to the Minister's office."

Harry walked between a pair of large, silver poles but then turned back to the guard. "Where is the minister's office?" he asked.

"Just a moment," said the guard, "I know that it's in one of these drawers. Ah, here." The guard took out a blue ball the size of a large marble and handed it to Harry.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" asked Harry.

"Just say the place you want to go and throw it in the air."

"Thanks."

"No problem," replied the guard before turning back to help a young witch on the other side of his desk.

Harry looked at the small sphere in his hand with interest. He threw it into the air and said, "Office of the Minister of Magic."

The sphere glowed brightly and began to hover at Harry's eye level, and said in a pleasant female voice, "Right this way Mr. Potter." It then began to float down the corridor, presumably toward the Minister's office.

The sphere stopped in front of a large oak door with a bronze plaque that read, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic. The sphere then said, "Goodbye Mr. Potter," and disappeared with a pop.

Two hours later Harry walked out of Rufus Scrimgeour's Office with full emancipation from the Dursleys and, after a short test, an apparition license. It was quite easy, especially once the reporters that Harry had owled arrived. It seems that the Minister didn't want it getting out that he had impeded Harry's efforts in fighting Voldemort.

Harry walked out of the Ministry to the Alley. He stood in the shadows shirking the light of the day. Harry pulled up his hood to obscure his face and drew his wand. He turned on his heel and with a pop he was in front of the Leakey Cauldron.

Harry walked inside and the familiar sights of the wizarding world greeted him. Tom, the old, gnarled innkeeper, was serving drinks from behind a bar. There was a group of witches sitting by the fire and sipping at large drinks with colorful umbrellas in them. There was also a pair of wizards at the bar discussing the latest Death Eater sightings and drinking brandy.

For once Harry was saved the continual glances at his scar. The hood on his cloak hid his face, and his scar, from view. However, Tom was glancing at him suspiciously. Harry assumed that it was because he was blocking the door. He quickly strode toward the back of the shop and out into the ally.

While taking out his wand Harry reflected that it might be his appearance that was alarming. The wizarding world was afraid. Harry had hidden his face and these days those with something to hide are someone to fear.

Harry walked down the street, looking for a particular store. He found it easily. Brightly lit and covered in flashing signs, it was a beacon drawing in all of those around it. Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.

Harry glided through the store. Throngs of children dragged their parents from display to display. Loud bangs and crashes resounded off of the walls. People were turning into various creatures right and left due to free samples. The entire store gave off an air of barely suppressed chaos. Harry expected nothing less from Fred and George.

Harry walked over to a witch wearing staff robes overseeing the skiving snackboxes. "Where can I fine the Weasley brothers?" asked Harry.

The girl turned to him and glared at him suspiciously, taking in his odd appearance. "Why?" she asked warily.

"I need to see them," said Harry taking down his hood.

A look of comprehension came over the employee's face. This was not the first time that Harry had visited them. He was, after all, their silent partner and he had a full intention of overseeing his investment. "Of course sir," she said hastily, "If you would go wait in the stockroom they will be with you right away."

Harry nodded and turned his back on her to await his cohorts. They appeared in the stockroom minutes later. They each were wearing robes with a giant letter on it. Fred's had an 'F' while George's had a 'G'.

"So, Harry. What brings you here," said Fred.

"Especially looking so grim," added George,

"You're right," replied Fred, "He does look grim. Lighten up Harry before we have to cast a cheering charm on you."

"And you don't want that," said George.

"Yeah," replied Fred, "It would take away your whole mystique. The brooding, dangerous, 'stay away from me I have a burden to bear and I want to bear it alone' thing that you have going on."

"Yeah," said George, "The girls love a martyr. You must be beating them away with a stick. However, you may want to stay away from our cheering charms. They tend to leave some nasty side effects."

"We had some other business to do when that particular lesson was taught," said Fred.

"Did Ron ever get rid of those boils?" asked George.

"Don't know," said Fred, "Hey, I told you, nasty side effects."

"But, it was his own fault," explained George, "He was moping around doing nothing. We had to do something.

"Seriously though," said Fred, "Why are you here?"

"Well, I have some stuff to discuss with you. What are you doing for Lunch?"

"Nothing," said Fred.

"Why don't you meet me at Antonio's," said Harry, "Round noon."

"What?" Fred said, "Never heard of it."

"Oh," said Harry, "It's a muggle restaurant, really good Italian."

"Hold on," said Fred, "Why do you know muggle restaurants?"

"Long story," said Harry.

"We have time," replied George.

"I had a date there once," muttered Harry.

"What did I tell you," shouted George, "The ladies love a martyr."

"Wait!" said Fred, "When did you have time to go on a date?"

"Well," began Harry, "The summer before fourth year Dudley had a date." Seeing the Twin's astonished faces he continued, "Shocking, I know. I don't think that she knew him that well. She was really nice. I think that he got the date under false pretenses."

"Obviously," muttered George.

"Anyway," Harry continued, "She came to Privet Drive and they were going to go into London. So, Dudley was a bit of a creep and tried to pull something with her. I still don't know what it was. And, well, you know how I have always had, um, a 'saving people thing'?"

"No!" gasped George.

"Really Harry? I've had no idea!" shouted George, equally astonished.

"So," said Harry, "I heard her yell and I went into Dudley's room. I pulled him off of her and I took her out of the house. She said that she should have expected something. She was really strong. I was amazed. I thought that she would completely break down. We both had to leave so she suggested that we go to London together. It was her idea to call it a date. But, anyway, that is where we went."

"Okay," said George, "So what ever happened to this girl?"

"We decided that we didn't really like each other that way. I still talk to her sometimes. Her name is Allison."

When Harry finished his story both twins erupted into laughter, "Only you, Harry," said Fred, gasping for air, "Can play the hero only to end up on a date and then be too noble to lead her on and end up with another friend."

"But, why do we have to go to this restaurant?" asked George.

"Well, it's the only restaurant that I know of in muggle London and I do not want to be overheard. By the way, don't tell anyone where you are going. Oh, and here," said Harry, conjuring a map.

"What?" gasped Fred. Harry just looked at him curiously. "How can you do magi? You are under age!" shouted Fred.

"I went and got myself emancipated," said Harry. "It means that I am now legally an adult and can therefore do magic. I got it from the minister this morning," Harry said in response to the twin's looks of incredulity. "So I'll see you there?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Fred, regaining his bearings, "Yeah, We'll see you there."

"Okay," Harry replied and he threw up his hood and walked out of the back of the shop.

A/N: So, did you like it? I REALLY hope that you did. I'm sorry that it wasn't too long. I was going to put the meeting with the twins in there but I decided to get this to you quicker instead. I hope you don't mind. I hope to update tommorow. PLEASE REVIEW.

Robinton