Diagon Alley

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"Ron!" Harry yelled as soon as he spotted his friend. The redheaded boy hurried over, dragging his mother behind him.

"Harry!" He called back.

"Where are the rest of your brothers? And Ginny?" Harry asked. Mrs. Weasley looked around as though she had only just noticed them missing.

"They were here a minute ago. I'm not sure…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at the buildings nearby.

"Mum's been like that a lot lately. Kinda spacey. I think she's a little stressed out right now." Ron muttered.

"Hush, Ron! I am not spacey. Now help me find your brothers." Mrs. Weasley snapped. Sirius smirked at her.

"Come on, Da. Let's go find the things we need. Are you sure I can't get a broom?" Harry grinned, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

"No. You can't get a broom. Maybe next year. You've never flown one anyway." Remus smiled, patronizingly.

"Only 'cause you won't let me teach him." Sirius said, pouting slightly.

"Because you're a menace. Last time you flew that blasted motorcycle you nearly gave Mrs. Jenkins a heart attack." Remus rolled his eyes.

"It's not my fault the woman has a weak heart." Sirius snapped. Remus just shook his head, prodding both of his charges down the street.

"I want to ride on the motorcycle," Harry put in, "Can I ride it over Christmas Break? Then I'll have flown."

"No. Follow Mrs. Weasley. She knows where to go." Remus answered, continuing to push them down the street.

"That's not fair, Da." Harry pleaded.

"Yeah. That's not fair, Remus." Sirius stuck out his lip.

"He cannot ride the motorcycle until he is 17 at the very least. Hopefully it'll have broken down for good by that time." The last part was muttered quietly. The three of them continued down the street.

"Mum! Harry! Come look at this!" Ron exclaimed. He hurried over to a store called Quality Quidditch Supplies. In the window was a beautiful broom.

"Woah." Harry gasped. Sirius grinned.

"Nimbus 2001. Fastest broom ever made." The older man explained. The two boys gaped at the window display.

"Oh, really now. Where did those boys go?" Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"Relax, Molly. The twins are probably in the joke shop down the road. Ginny is most likely in the pet shop. Percy will probably be in Flouish and Blotts." Remus patted her on the shoulder.

"How is it, Remus that you know my children better then I do?" Mrs. Weasley sighed. Sirius laughed.

"Moony had to watch out for all of us, didn't he?" He slung an arm around Remus' shoulder. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes.

"Harry, Ron. Let's go, huh? Don't you want to see Gringotts?" Remus asked. The boys unstuck themselves from the window and nodded happily.

"How come they always listen to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked, rubbing her forehead. Remus shrugged, smiling.

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