Disclaimer: I have no intention of making aney money off of this story,I give all credit for characters(and histories of said characters)to J.K. Rowling

Chapter 6:

And Back To The Dursleys

Harry walked into the apartment after George, and went to sit across from the Twins in one of the armchairs.

"We're supposed to meet Agatha at the station at seven. It's only four. What are we going to do?"

"Well you, good sir, are going to go downstairs and get more clothes from the back room, Fred's down there now, and then you are going to go home, and you'll be taking this little guy with you." George pulled out an owl as small if not even smaller than Pig, and handed him over to Harry. "Ask if you can leave for the summer, we want you here. Merlin knows you're most likely safer around here where someone can keep an eye on you than back at the Dursley's."

"And I'm guessing that he is so that I can reply?" Harry said, motioning towards the tiny owl. George nodded.

"His name's Cliff, and he'll sleep in your pocket, so if you need to put him somewhere just set him down in your pocket – careful not to ruffle his feathers though – and he's good to go."

"Perfect. I'm going to grab those extra pairs of clothes and be on my way then."

"You're going to be escorted all the way to your Aunt." George said firmly. "Don't leave without one of us with you." Harry nodded. He was unused to seeing the Twins act so responsible, but he figured that running their own business without help for a few months might help with their maturity just a bit.

"Alright."

He went downstairs, and began browsing the racks once more. He gotsix more pairs of pants, a bright green shirt made from Welsh-green, scarlet from a Chinese Fireball, black from a Hungarian Horntail, dark green from a Romanian Longhorn, copper from a Peruvian Vipertooth, silverish-blue from a Swedish Short-Snout, and iron gray from a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Once he had made sure that he had one shirt of every color, he grabbed an exrta Welsh Green shirt, and then moved to where he imagined he might find wand braces.

And find them he did. These also came in every kind of Dragon skin there was, he was amazed.

"Get one for every outfit, The Saviour of The Wizarding World has to look the part, remember?" George said from behind him.

"I couldn't..." he started. But George glared at him. "Fine."

"Remember, you're a walking advertisement. Just tell people where you got it all, and we're even." he said firmly. Harry sighed, and grabbed pairs of gauntlets, trying each of them on. Once he knew what his wrist size was, he grabbed a pair of every kind.

Once that was finished, and all was stowed safely in his bag - except for the pair of Antipodean Opaleye armguards - he and George slowly began making their way out of the room. But then a glass cabinet on his left caught his eye, and he moved towards it. In it, he found a huge array of Dragon bone weapons and ornaments. "Whoa..." he breathed in awe. "What are they all for?"

Next to the torques and armbands were dragon teeth. He knew that these were used in potions sometimes, but that most people used them for ornamentation. He knew also that Ron had a dragon tooth necklace up in his room; a gift from Charlie that he didn't wear it because it was so heavy. They were supposed to have a slight magical aura that would give the wearer extra strength; but it had never been proven.

"Bit of everything. Mostly protection spells though, do you know how many wizards can't put up a decent blocking spell?"George asked.

Harry smiled. "No. I'm guessing a lot though." George nodded.

"They're some of our top sellers, particularly the torques, as they protect the head and neck. Bloddy hell...wizards these days..." George shook his head sadly. "But our other things are the weapons. Dragon bones are particularly difficult to break, and enchant, but every one of ours has a spell. some will knock a victim unconscious - aurors like that one particularly, as that way when they're in close combat they can stab someone without killing them - other ones actually do kill. and some people get spells requested, but those cost more." he smiled at Harry.

"You'll be getting some of those once you've learned how to use them all." Alima said into his ear. "We're going to get you into shape and then teach you hand-to-hand, sometimes it's more efficient than using magic." Harry nodded.

"I'm ready to go whenever one of you is." He told George. George nodded and turned around, heading for the exit once more.

"Let's get a cup from Tom and then leave." Harry told him.

"Sounds good, we're off." AndGeorge led the way out of the store, past the counter whereFred was handling a group of shoppers. "See you in a bit, dear brother!" He called as they walked by.

"Is that him?"

"You think?"

"Look at his face, it's the same as all the pictures!"

"Well ask him, go on."

"Mr. Potter, sir…" a squeaky voice asked from below his waist. Harry stopped, and leaned forward to look at the tiny girl before him.

"Yes?" He inquired when she just stared up at his face mutely, her mouth hanging open. He noticed uncomfortably that she was staring at his scar rather than the rest of him.

"Could you sign my book for me?" She squeaked after a few moments of awed silence. Harry smiled indulgently.

He took the proffered quill and signed the inside cover with a flourish. Then he closed it to see what book it was. The Rise And Fall Of The Dark Arts. He smiled weakly and handed the object back.

"Thank you." She squeaked, and ran to hide in her father's robes.

"Thanks so much, Mr. Potter. She's always been a fan, quite fascinatedby you." The tall dark man said with a warm smile.

"No problem. Just don't eat any of Fred's candy…unless you want to turn into a chipmunk." He warned her with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah Harry…c'mon, I thought you wanted to leave already?"George groaned, waiting for him at the door.

"Being a celebrity is hard work, George." Harry said in a mock-hurt voice.

"Oh…. tcha."George grumbled. But Harry could see that he had his wand concealed in his sleeve and was carefully looking all around them. "Need anything else?" He asked.

"Nope…I've got my bag with everything in it, and Cliff here in my pocket…so I'm set."

"Good, cuz you would've been screwed otherwise, because we're not coming back."George said with a lopsided grin. "At least not today."

Author's Note: Okay, next we'll find out if Harry's allowed to leave, and then some new things too. Review! And yes, I know it's still moving slow. And yes, I know it's still only the beginning of summer...but there's so many ideas in my head! I have to get them across to you guys so it makes sense, which means thatI have to walk you through it slowly...slowly...yes, sorry. we'll get there though...we will.