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Shopping Day:
Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped from the fireplace in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts and each took a seat across from the other. They regarded each other for a moment, contemplating the events of the day. Finally, Albus looked at Minerva and said, "We have known each other much too long to stand on formalities at this point. I know you want to say it, so go ahead. I was wrong."
She pursed her lips, considering. After a moment she said, "As I mentioned earlier, I made it known to you long ago, how I felt about how you handled the situation with Mr Potter and those people." Dumbledore started to say something, and she held up a hand, stopping him. "What I said to you that night fifteen years ago still stands, more now so than ever. They really are the worst kind of muggles. Prejudiced, closed-minded, selfish types of people. I am amazed that he turned out as well as he did, considering the environment." She shook her head, contemplating how different things might have been, were it anyone else they were discussing. "Harry truly is the child of James and Lily. He's taken on the best attributes of both, with only a little of the less attractive aspects of them. James' determination, as well as Lily's compassion, are just the top layer." She scowled now. "I really don't know where Severus gets the idea the boy is arrogant. He's nowhere near as big-headed as his father was, at that age. Good thing he grew out of that when he did.
"Albus, I know why you placed him where you did, given the protection he would need, as well as the fact that he may have indeed become as arrogant as Severus thinks he is, if he'd grown up hearing that he was the saviour of the wizarding world and all of that. Now, however, we know there's really no danger of that happening, as much as Harry hates publicity, good or bad. Too, I think his powers have really outgrown the need for that protection. As strong as it is, it really means no more now than a strong set of wards, given his current level. I really do think it high time that he is parted, permanently if possible, from the Dursleys."
Dumbledore nodded as she finished. "After Molly's account of her talk with Vernon, which I believe was somewhat edited, I have to say I agree with you on this. Especially in light of this new revelation concerning his powers. Very few wizards or witches in history, that we know of, have been able to sense magical auras, especially to the degree that he seems to be able to. Generally, those with the ability are only able to discern color, as well as a vague feel. I don't think I've ever heard of one who sensed the feel of an aura to the level he seems to, or taste or smell for that matter. I would appreciate it if you were to research this in your library, and I will check my own. Also, please see if Alastor, Remus, and Kingsley would check the wards around the Burrow, once they return from tomorrow's excursion." He looked over his half-moon spectacles at his deputy headmistress. "If Harry is to live there full-time from now on, aside from his time here, we'd best make sure the place is securely prepared."
"I'll get a start on that now, Albus. I'm sure you have things to do as well. I'll see you later, at dinner." She got up to leave, but stopped for a moment as she reached the door. She turned back to look at the older wizard. "One quality you and our Mr Potter seem to share in abundance is the tendency to take too much of the blame on yourself, when things don't go as planned. Please remember the advice you want to give Harry, and don't blame yourself too much for all of this. I still believe in the reasons you did what you did." With this, she turned to exit the office. As the door shut, she didn't hear the soft remark he made.
"The only problem with that, is that we all know where the road of good intentions can lead."
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The Burrow was a madhouse the next morning, with four people trying to get ready all at once, for their shopping trip. Molly had risen early to get Arthur off to work, and the only part she needed to take in it was getting breakfast on the table for the teens, and getting them out of bed, to get dressed. She had to remind Ginny and Ron two times each that they would be venturing into muggle London for part of their trip, and couldn't wear anything related to quidditch. As most of her youngest son's wardrobe related to the Chudley Cannons in one way or another, this made things difficult. In the end, Ginny settled on a black t-shirt that read, "One by one, the garden gnomes steal my sanity." Strangely enough, this had been purchased from a muggle business, named WickedJester. Ron was wearing a similar one, from the same store, that said, "Organized people are just too lazy to look for their stuff." She shook her head at both of these, but supposed they could have been worse. The catalog they had been obtained from had much more disturbing designs illustrated. Once they were all ready, she got them seated around the table for breakfast, as there was only about a half an hour, before the guards for the day were to arrive. She watched as the four of them, rather the two couples, talked over their meal, discussing the day ahead.
Hermione said, "I hope we get to learn the shrinking charm this year. That would make shopping trips so much easier. It gets to be such a pain carrying everything around."
Ron shrugged and replied, "Me too, actually. Good job we'll have the guards there. Tonks will be able to do that for us today. With everything we have to pick up before going out into the muggle part of town, it would all get too heavy, otherwise." He looked at the two girls with a slight smirk. "If I know you two, we'll be coming back with full arms from the clothing stores."
Hermione just nodded a bit, saying, "Too right. I haven't been in a clothing store in entirely too long. It'll be fun to pick out my whole wardrobe for once. My mum has decent taste in clothes, but altogether too parochial."
Ginny agreed with her friend. "It'll be fun to get some clothes that are just fun or comfortable." She shot a grin at Harry. "It'll be convenient to have someone to help carry everything, too."
Her boyfriend looked across at Ron with a rueful expression. "When do you reckon we signed up to be pack-mules?"
"Probably when we asked them to be our girlfriends."
"Seems to go with the territory, doesn't it?"
There was more good-natured teasing around the table until the guards arrived. Tonks was disguised today, through her special talents, as a tall, somewhat willowy blue-eyed woman with long, strawberry blond hair. As there was nobody who was able to resist a cup of tea and a piece of Molly's treacle tart, it was just a bit longer before the group assembled to go out. Before they left, Remus handed each of the teens pencils that had would be emergency portkeys, just in case. They were given the activation words, and the four flooed to the Leaky Cauldron with Tonks, while Remus and Kingsley apparated to the alley in back of the pub. They were already in Diagon Alley, when the other five came through. They all trooped down to Gringott's, to get that out of the way, before starting on the shopping. As they entered, one of the goblins approached the group.
He went straight to Harry. "Mr Potter?"
"Yes, that's me."
"If you would follow me for a moment, one of our executives needs to speak with you."
"Well, sure, but my friends..."
"They will be attended to. It won't take very long."
Ginny told him, "Go ahead. We'll wait for you. We have all day." She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss. "Go on."
He turned back to the goblin. "Alright then. Lead the way."
The two of them walked to a door at the opposite end of the lobby. When they passed through, they turned to the right and entered a lift at the end of the hallway. "Penthouse." said the goblin. The lift descended quite a way, without stopping, before they reached their destination. Apparently, the most important floors were the ones the farthest down from the surface, like at the Ministry. He wondered if the goblins had done that building as well.
They stepped from the lift at last, and went straight down the hall, to a lone door at the end. The door opened, apparently on it's own, and he was directed through. "I'll wait for you here." said the goblin.
Harry stepped through, and the door closed quietly behind him. The office was elegantly appointed, with a heavy dark oak desk, and bookcases to match. The cases were filled with books of all kinds, from arithmancy, to curse-breaking, to household charms. An eclectic collection, to say the least. He was examining these, and heard a door behind him open and close. He turned, and realized that the goblin facing him looked familiar.
"Griphook, isn't it?"
He looked surprised to be remembered. The last time he had talked to this young human was five years ago. "Yes, actually. I'm honored you remember. Apart from those we see on a regular basis, most humans never bother to learn how to tell us apart. Please, take a seat."
Harry sat down in a very plush leather chair in front of the desk, while the goblin seated himself in his own chair on the other side. "So, what can I do for you. sir?"
"Actually, Mr Potter, I just need to pass something along to you. A letter was left with me, by Sirius Black. It was to be delivered to you upon your first visit to us, in the event that he should pass away." He drew from one of the drawers of his desk a stiff envelope with a thick wax seal affixed to the flap. There were gothic letters reading "SB", with the legend, "Marauders Forever" around the outside edge. The front of the envelope had his name.
"I'll leave you alone for a few moments, so you may read this in peace." Griphook then left the room, through a doorway concealed behind one of the bookcases.
With no small amount of trepidation, Harry broke the seal on the envelope, and slid the letter out. A key, obviously one for a vault, fell out into his hand. He set that aside for a moment and unfolded the letter.
Dear Harry,
As much as I hate to say this, if you're reading this, I've passed to the great beyond, or some such rubbish like that. The point is, I'm dead. Gone. Nail the coffin shut. Doornail time. However you want to put it, I'm no longer among the living. Now that we've got the morbid crap out of the way, on to the meat of this letter.
Harry, I know you better in some ways than you know yourself. I know that you have, for too long, taken too much of the blame for everything around you onto yourself. You blame yourself for Cedric's death, not to mention everybody who has suffered since Lord Moldy came back, because Peter helped raise him, and you made the choice to let Wormtail live. Well, guess what? Not your fault. Moony and I also made a choice that night. Despite everything that's happened since then, I still believe it was the right choice. I believe you saved our souls that night. We were going to kill an unarmed man. No matter how you slice it, no matter what heinous thing he'd done, none of us have that right. It was the right decision to turn him over to the authorities, so that due process could be followed. Even if it didn't work the way we wanted it to. Not what you expected to hear from me, eh? Well, I've had a lot of time to think lately, what with having to stay out of sight.
I also know that, if I'm gone, you're probably blaming yourself for that as well. Harry, whether I died tripping down the stairs, or in a running battle with Voldemort's pet killers, remember one thing. It is NOT your fault. Nope. Nada. Nyet. Non. Uh-uh. Get that through your thick skull, yet? Don't make me come back there and kick your arse, for wallowing in guilt. I have spent the time since leaving my little vacation in hell trying to make sure your dad and mum don't kick mine from here to Kingdom Come, for not taking care of you. Part of this is making sure that you are as happy as you can possibly be, given the circumstances. Happiness, in case you weren't aware of this, does not include any room for the boatload of guilt you seem to enjoy carting around with you. If, by some miniscule chance, anything you have done has contributed to the circumstances surrounding my death, then I hereby absolve you of any guilt or blame for it, as you forgave me for what I did that contributed to your parent's muder. That shouldn't be needed, though. Any blame should be squarely where it belongs, on the shoulders of old Snake-Face. He's the one causing all this, and should take the responsibility.
The only advice I can offer you is to enjoy life, fall in love, spend foolishly, and above all, prank as many slimy Slytherins as you can. Especially ones named Snape and Malfoy. In short, have fun. Please. Life is much too short not to.
Please don't push your friends away. By doing that, you don't save them from harm, you put them directly in it's way. You have to know that true friends like you've been lucky enough to have will not willingly allow you to leave them behind whe you finally fulfill that damned prophecy. Yes, I know about it. James told me, before you were born. It was the reason they went into hiding. Merlin, but I hate seers.
Okay, one last thing. This portion of my letter will serve as my last will and testament. I, Sirius Black, being of reasonably sound mind and body, do leave all of my worldly posessions to one Harry Potter. I will only set three conditions on this.
1) The property at 12 Grimmauld Place, ancestral property of the Family Black, is to continue to be used as it is presently engaged, until such time as the need no longer exists. Pursuant to this, you will find a spellbook in my personal vault with an incantation that should take care of the permanent sticking charm of dear old Mum's portrait in the hallway. Use it. As soon as possible.
2) Take care of Moony. He won't do it himself, and refuses to 'impose' on anybody else. He is to stay at that house for as long as he has need of it, even if that extends beyond the lease of the current tenant.
3) Most importantly, you, Harry, are to immediately withdraw no less than twenty-five hundred galleons from my vault, and spend it foolishly and frivolously. If you do not follow this condition, everything reverts to the Malfoys. Truthfully, that's the only threat I could come up with, that will ensure that you do this.
Harry, please remember that I'm very proud of the man you're growing into, and I know that James and Lils would be as well. You remind me so much of both of them. Truth be told, you're even more of a natural flyer than James was. You're also as compassionate as Lily. Don't ever lose that, please. Also, remember that we all love you. We'll see you on the other side, but make sure it's not for a long damn time.
Love,
Sirius
Harry felt the last of the guilt he carried for his godfather's death lift from him, as a burden he hadn't realized was there. He wiped away the tears brought by the last paragraph. As he thought about what Sirius had said, a new resolve came over him. Padfoot was right. The Dark Moron was to blame, and one day, would pay the price. He folded the letter and pocketed the key. As he stood, Griphook re-entered the room.
"I have taken the liberty of withdrawing the funds Mr Black specified in his will. Is there any particular way you would like it?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "Half of it in galleons, and the rest in pounds. We'll be doing some shopping today, both here and in muggle London."
"Very well. We will have it ready in the lobby. I will meet you there"
Harry went through the door and was conducted back to the main lobby upstairs.
His friends were waiting for him near the door. Griphook intercepted him, with a small sack and an thick envelope. "Your funds, Mr Potter. No signature is needed, unless you need a receipt." At Harry's negative response, he said, "Have a good day then, and we'll see you soon." The young wizard pocketed his money and nodded to the goblin. He then turned to continue on to the other teens and Tonks.
Ginny slipped her arm around him and asked with an impish grin, "Ready to go, Mr Bigshot?" She led him through the door to start shopping.
Once outside, Harry turned to the rest and asked, "Where first?"
Ron replied, "You haven't seen the Twins' place yet. How about there?"
"Good idea. Lead on."
They struck out, and as they walked, Ginny, Hermione and Ron all noticed something different about their friend. His back was held straight, his shoulders squared, and there was something about the look on his face. Ron and Hermione fell back a bit, so she could ask, "Ron, does something seem different about him?"
"Now that you mention it, Mione, there is something."
While they were whispering, Ginny took a much more direct approach. "So, what was that about? What did that goblin say that changed everything from when you went in there?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "That obvious, am I?" As she nodded, he came to a decision. He stopped to allow Ron and Hermione to catch up. "Change of plans. Let's stop at Florean Fortescue's for some ice cream. I suppose I'll need to let you all know what all that was about, or we won't get anywhere for all the whispering these two are going to do."
Tonks stationed herself at a table next to theirs, so she could stay close, while still allowing them a bit of privacy to talk.
Harry turned to her and said, "You may as well join us, as some of what I'm about to say concerns the, um, Order of things."
She nodded, catching his meaning, and moved over between Hermione and Ginny.
Once they had all ordered, Harry got the letter out and passed it around. After everyone had a chance to read it, he folded it back up and put it away. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, Ginny could swear she saw something in those emerald orbs. A strength, a determination, that hadn't been there earlier in the day.
"I don't know how to explain it. Somehow, after reading that letter, I felt like Atlas, after having the world lifted from him. I've been carrying all of this around for so long that I didn't even realize it was there, anymore. It's not all gone, as I know that I still have to shoulder some of it. But, now I know where the real blame for all of this belongs. It's the fault of He-Who-Has-Taken-Too-Many-Bludgers-To-The-Head. The Dark Twit will pay, and pay dearly. In the meantime, I plan on enjoying myself, as much as I can. I know I have to train and prepare, so that I can beat him in the end."
Hermione asked, "What do you mean, so you can beat him? Why do you think it has to be you?"
Harry had dreaded this moment, but saw he couldn't put it off. It was time to tell them about the prophecy. When he had finished, they had reacted pretty much the way he'd thought they would. Ron's jaw had dropped, and all he could say was, "Bloody hell, Harry."
Hermione was trying to analyze everything, and Ginny just held on to him tighter. She murmured in his ear, "We'll just have to make sure that you are the one left standing at the end. Tom didn't get you before, and he sure as hell won't, now. Not if I have anything to say about it."
Harry turned and kissed his girlfriend. "I think that's why I love you. Thank you, Miss Weasley."
She returned the kiss and said, "You're very welcome, Mr Potter."
After they had all finished their ice cream, it was time to head for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Before long, they had seen the luridly colored sign hanging over the shop. A smaller sign on the door said, "Enter at your own risk. Pass us by at a much greater risk, one of not knowing all the best pranks." They walked through the door and saw bins everywhere. The signs all over advertised Canary Creams, Headless Hats, all varietys of Skiving Snackboxes, and all kinds of other things. They looked toward the back of the store and saw Fred. "Oi! George! Our partner is here!" The other twin bounced out from the back room.
When he reached the front of the store, George noticed something his twin had not. "Fred? Have you noticed where one of Gin-Gin's arms is currently? Hermione's, too?"
Fred did a double-take and replied, "Same place as Harry's and Ron's, I believe."
"I'm so proud." A fake tear was wiped away.
"They're all grown up."
The twins turned to each other, and with huge sobs, hugged. Ginny drew her wand and told her brothers, "Alright you two. Cut it. Unless you want your own bogeys attacking you, flapping around your heads?"
Fred looked up. "Have you boys had The Talk, yet?"
Ginny intervened again. "You already gave it to Ron, and he wouldn't look at a girl for a week. Took Mum that long to get out of him what you told him. Don't even try that with Harry."
Snickering, George said, "Gin, I would hope that Harry isn't nearly as gulible as ickle Ronniekins was, especially as he was seven years old."
Harry made a mental note to ask Ginny what they had told his friend. It promised to be quite amusing. "So, guys, do we get a tour or what?"
They showed Tonks and the others around the shop, introducing them to some of the things they had recently developed. Harry was particularly interested in the Trotter Toffees. They were supposed to induce random attacks of explosive diarhea, for a period of time ranging from an hour to two weeks, depending upon how much you gave someone. He had a target in mind for this already. The only question would be how to get a certain potion's master to eat them. Preferably in large servings.
A bit later they were heading for the door with a sample box for each, Harry looked out the window, and saw Draco Malfoy. Curious, he let his eyes unfocus, to see what that particular outline would be. A moment later, he burst out in laughter. The rest saw where he was looking, and wondered what was so funny about that. He appeared to just be walking down the sidewalk, looking bored. The four that had accompanied him asked him what he had seen. After a few minutes, he finally calmed down enough to explain, "Lavender, brittle, and sour. Do you remember if that book had anything on interpreting these things, Hermione?"
Once she had stopped laughing at the lavender portion of it, she gave it some thought. "I don't think so, Harry. There'll probably be something at Flourish and Blott's, though."
Gred and Forge were confused about the whole thing. They hadn't seen Malfoy wearing any lavender, and had no idea why that was so hilarious to the rest.
"Just come to the Burrow for dinner tonight, and I'll explain. I don't want to go into it here. We have too much to do today."
With that, the five of them left the store, to get the supplies they would need. As the four teens still hadn't received their O.W.L. results, they didn't bother with course books, though Hermione did get the rest of them to stop at the bookstore. She wanted to see if they had any information on auras. A few minutes later, she was checking out, and they were on their way to get everything else they would need for the coming year. Taking Professor McGonagall at her word about making sure he was accepted into all the N.E.W.T. level courses he would need to become an auror, he stocked up, along with the rest, on his potion making supplies. After that, they stopped at a few other places, such as Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Madam Malkins, to get the rest of it out of the way. On the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, they stopped off at Eeylops Owl Emporium, so Harry could stock up on owl treats for Hedwig.
Once they were at the Cauldron, Tonks agreed to shrink all their purchases, so they could fit into their pockets, while in muggle London. As they headed for the door, Ginny whispered a quick spell, and the back of Ron's t-shirt now read, "I'm not very smart, but I can lift heavy things." Hermione heard Harry and Ginny snickering behind her, and looked around until she saw what was now on her boyfriend's back. She shot a glare at Ginny, who reluctantly changed it back.
Ginny muttered to Harry, "That girl is just no fun sometimes."
The group walked out into the muggle part of London, heading for the nearest clothing store. They came upon one with a large selection fairly quickly. As they walked in, Ginny and Hermione seemed as if they were communicationg telepathically. The briskly wandered through the menswear department, collecting a large assortment of things for Harry to try on. He saw Ron standing to one side, chuckling at his best friend's predicament. Harry called Hermione and Tonks over and told them, "No way he's getting out of this. I won't be the only one putting on a bloody fashion show today." He grinned at the sudden look of terror on Ron's face. Harry said, "That's what you get for laughing at me. Right in the same boat, we are." Ron tried to beg off, on the grounds that he didn't have the money for this. Harry countered with, "Look, mate. Sirius said I have to blow all this money, and he hinted that it should be, if not all at once, then a pretty large chunk in one blow. No getting away." He grinned even wider now. "Besides, after this, it's their turn." At this, Ron seemed a bit mollified. Ten minutes later, they were over at the changing rooms.
The first pair of jeans tossed over the door to him were black and so tight he couldn't even wear his boxers under them. "There is no way I'm coming out there with these on. They're entirely too...erm...revealing."
"Harry, don't make me send you bat-bogeys."
"Alright, fine. Just remember, you asked for this." He opened the door and walked out.
Ginny turned to see him, and whispered, in a throaty vioce, "Oh, Merlin..." The cute redhead hadn't realized just what was under those quidditch robes til now, though not for lack of speculation. She couldn't seem to get the rest of the sentence out, but she had a very hungry look all of a sudden, and she licked her lips. She and Hermione, who also appeared a bit shaken, looked at each other and said, "Keeper."
This went on for a while, with some items going into the keeper pile, and some going back on the racks. The only consolation was that Ron was going through the same thing. By the time this was done, both girls were looking flushed, and Tonks was off to one side, laughing. Harry and Ron changed back into the clothes they had arrived in and emerged a final time.
Ginny looked at what he was wearing and said, "As soon as we get home, those things are going in the trash."
Harry agreed and asked, "So Tonks, where's the women's wear department?"
She pointed the way, and he and Ron led the girls over, so the roles could be reversed. Both girls tried to refuse, on the same grounds that Ron had, earlier. Ron pointed out the same thing that Harry had. The guys then picked out clothes for their girlfriends to try, with a little help from Tonks.
Once they had each found an armload of stuff for the girls to try, they got into it with a vengeance. There were a few items that were kept, with quite a few put back, before Ginny came out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked like it was made for her, then magically shrunk to fit her frame perfectly. Harry's eyes felt as if they were about to fall out of his head. It was black, shot through with gold thread, and short. It came to just above the knee, showed just enough cleavage to hint that it was there, and dropped almost to the waist in back. She had tried on heels with it, small ones, just an inch or so, but they were enough to emphasize her muscular legs. He could barely take his eyes from her, until Ron smacked him on the back of the head.
"Look, I know you two are going out, but would you quit ogling my sister like that? At least in public. Blimey!"
A few minutes later, Hermione emerged in a gold dress, a bit longer, showing a little more cleavage. This one fit her form very snugly as well, and Ron was the one to go into shock this time. She blushed as she saw his reaction. "What do you think?"
Ron could only say, "You're beautiful..." before his voice trailed off into nothingness.
Harry smacked him on the ear. "Now you quit ogling my sister."
The bushy-haired girl gave him a strange look as she went back to change. When the girls were done, and the clothes ready to go to the register. Hermione pulled Harry aside. "What did you mean, your sister?"
He said, "Mione, I've always thought of you that way. We haven't always agreed about everything, but we've always been there for each other when it counted."
She gave him a hug that rivaled one of Molly's at this. Her eyes were full as she said, "Thank you, Harry. I've always felt that way, too. I just didn't want to say anything."
She let him go and went to Ron, wiping her cheeks. All of them proceeded to the check-out to pay for it all. A snippy sounding clerk asked if it would be check or charge. Harry pulled out his roll of pound notes, and the clerk quickly became very accomodating, ringing it up and wrapping it for them.
They left the store, and on the way back to the Cauldron, Harry saw something that gave him an idea. "Ginny, how good is your dad at getting muggle elctronics to run off magic?"
"Well, he's probably the only one I know of that actually does it. Mum gives him all kinds of hell about it, though. Why?"
He led them into an electronics store, where he and Hermione, the only two familiar with electronics, chose the things they would need for what he had in mind. After he paid for it all, he told the clerk to have it brought to the loading docks in the back of the store. He also asked that no store employes be in the back for the next ten minutes, while it was picked up. He and Tonks walked around to the back, and made sure there was nobody around, as he asked Tonks to shrink it all down.
A few minutes after that, they met everybody in front of the store, and walked back to the Cauldron, to go home. It looked like it was going to be a fun night.
A/N: Just a couple of quick notes, before I put this chapter to bed. It's getting a bit sleepy, as am I. I'd just like to thank those who've reviewed so far, for their kind comments. I'm getting to be quite the feedback addict, lately. I finally understand why so many writers have so many (formerly annoying) pleas for reviews. I probably won't start doing that, but if you would like to comment on what I've written, please feel free to do so. Also, for those waiting patiently for updates to Perspective, I apologize. This chapter was going to be a shortie, and I was going to start a new chapter for the other one, but it didn't quite work out that way, as you can probably tell. I really will work on Perspective tomorrow. Really and for true. By the way, the t-shirts the kids are wearing, as well as one or two that will appear in later chapters, are ffrom WickedJester, a truly twisted resource for sick t-shirts. I highly recommend it, and no, I am not affiliated with them in any way.