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Chapter 4 - Present

Mrs Weasley stood outside the shop waiting for them. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had gone to see Fred and George at their shop.

"So, Harry" George said. "See anything-"

"-Cheap, that is-" George added.

"-that you like the look of?"

"N-Actually, the squeaking pixies look quite good" Harry replied.

"You have good taste my friend. I'll give you two….as long as you swear to use one on Filch…we never gave him a parting present"

"Err…sure"

"Good. I'll fetch you some." The squeaking Pixies were brilliant. They flew in continuous circles around someone's head and if anyone tried any spells on them then they threw a bucket of…god only knows what over that persons head. Fred came back with two small boxes.

"Remember Harry. Trifigas to make him start and make sure you point your wand at the person you're hexing" George reminded him.

"Right, got it" he stuffed the boxes into his pocket and rushed off to catch Hermione, who was walking out the door.

"Hey Harry" she said, as he grabbed her arm. The game of truth or dare had been almost completely forgotten, apart from the odd……comment, off Fred and George.

"So, did you buy anything?"

"Yeah I brought some Squeaking Pixies-"

"I hope you're not planning to use them in class" Hermione interrupted.

"Actually I was going to give them to Ron"

"Oh yeah Harry, that's really mature" Hermione said, sarcastically. Harry shot her a look. Mrs Weasley wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Lewis!" Hermione shouted suddenly, making Harry jump. A boy turned round and smiled when he saw who had called him.

"Hi Hermione!" he called back. Harry frowned. Lewis hugged Hermione as she came over and anger welled up inside of Harry as he watched.

"Harry, this is Lewis. Lewis this is-" Hermione started.

"But of course…this is Harry Potter" Lewis said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Hi" Harry replied. Lame he thought. I need to use one of those Squeaking Pixies on him….

"Hermione, I got you a present" Lewis said, turning back to Hermione. Harry narrowed his eyes. He handed her a book. She smiled and hugged Joe again.

"Thank you so much!" she said, flicking through the pages.

"I'm gonna go find Ron" Harry said, turning around.

"Don't forget to meet me outside Olivanders!" Hermione shouted after him. He waved his hand to show he had heard and walked on, disappearing into the crowd.

Stupid Lewis and his stupid book, Harry thought as he walked past Fred and George's shop. Why am I so jealous? I can't love Hermione…

Harry saw Hagrid walking out of one of the shops and decided to follow him.

"Hagrid! Hey!" Harry shouted. Hagrid turned round.

"'Ello 'arry. How you doin'?"

"Fine thanks Hagrid"

"Got all your school books then?"

"Yeah, just finished, Mrs Weasleys taken them back to the Burrow-"

"I'll be over there later"

"You will?" Harry asked, amazed.

"Yeah, I'm bringing a couple o' Caskees-"

"What are they?"

"Brilliant guards. They'll guard tha' house with their lives. Gotta train 'em to know you lot or they won't let ya in"

"Oh. Ok then"

"Anyway, Harry I've gotta go. Dumbledore said I might be allowed a dragon this year if, you know, I'm good"

"That's great Hagrid!" Harry knew that Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, it surprised him that Dumbledore had agreed to the idea. Hagrid disappeared and Harry was left alone.

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Harry ran up to Olivanders and bumped into Hermione.

"Harry" she shrieked, falling over. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back to her feet.

"Really sorry Hermione, I saw…something and had to get it for you" Harry explained.

"Oh really?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, hold on." He fumbled around in his bag for a minute before pulling out a box. He opened it and a bunch of tiny fairies poured out and fluttered around Hermione. She laughed and Harry ushered the fairies back into the box before handing it to her.

"Like it?" he asked.

"It's brilliant"

"It lasts forever and they come out when you're upset, to cheer you up." She hugged him.

"Thanks Harry. You're a brilliant friend"

"Well it was the least I could do after you and Ron brought me that great broomstick." (They had given him a new broom a new make, the fastest one around, the Demon)

"Yeah well, it means you probably won't get a Christmas present" she pointed out. Harry shrugged.

"What more could I ask for?" he smiled and they waited for Ron.