"Oh, Daisy, not again," sighed Simmons as she took in the scene around her.

Daisy was supposed to have been taking the 0-8-4 down to storage, but apparently hadn't been able to resist hitting the big red friendly button one last time. Or something — Simmons didn't really care. She was back in the wizarding world, Diagon Alley this time on the steps of Gringotts bank, and once again she had to find her husband and wife, and then kill her wife for being an idiot.

Quickly scanning her Hermione-memories, she discovered that it was a Wednesday, a week and a half before the Hogwarts Express train to Hogwarts, and Hermione was there to buy her new books and materials for the upcoming school year. And was meeting up with the Weasleys, who had Fitz — Harry — as well, after rescuing him with a flying car from essentially a jail cell at his abusive adoptive parents' house.

Oh, boy — this year was already off to a great start.

But looking up, she saw Fitz walking up the street towards her from one side, and Daisy sprinting up the street towards her from the other side, and all was right in her world again.

But Daisy was still getting that scolding after she kissed the younger girl senseless.

~FSK~

Fitz walked into the Shield base kitchen to grab a snack, but stumbled and fell.

When he looked up, he was noticeably not in the Shield common area kitchen he'd been aiming for. Instead, it looked like a shop that would probably be found in the wizarding world the 0-8-4 had thrown them into before, only selling far more nefarious products than he could remember any of the shops Harry had been in with Hagrid the year before selling. He also appeared to have somehow stumbled in through a fireplace, before remembering everything Harry had been through already that summer, and sighing.

Well, off to find his wives and watch Jemma give Daisy a really good dressing-down for hitting the big red friendly button again.

But before he could take a step, Malfoy and who could only be the pompous arse's father strolled into the shop.

"Hi ya, Malfoy, and I presume older Malfoy," Fitz said cheerfully, strolling through the shop towards them.

Both their heads immediately snapped towards him, clearly shocked to see him in this shop — well, that made three of them.

"What are you doing here, in an establishment like this?" scowled Older Malfoy. "You shouldn't be in a place like this, Savior of the Wizarding World."

His sarcasm almost matched that of Daisy's when she was really on a roll.

"I came in through the Floo by accident," answered Fitz honestly. "Never traveled by Floo powder before, and well — I clearly don't know what I'm doing. And speaking of which, where exactly am I, and if I shouldn't be here, then shouldn't a prominent, outstanding citizen like yourself who said you had been bewitched after you came back from the dark side also not be here? I mean, anywhere you should be, outstanding citizens you doubtlessly are, seems like a place I could be as well."

Older Malfoy stared at Fitz, clueless as to how he was supposed to respond to that not so subtle accusation.

"My business is my own!" he finally snapped, losing any cool composure he might have been wiser to display. "Now go, or I'll have the owner kick you out."

"Cool your jets, Older Malfoy, I'm leaving," replied Fitz, unperturbed. "I really could not care less what you're doing or why you're here. Toodle-oos."

Fitz hadn't been wandering long down the street the store was on, figuring that if he walked far enough he'd eventually end up somewhere, when he suddenly heard, "HARRY! What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?"

Fitz turned to see Hagrid striding towards him.

"Oh, hey Hagrid. How are you?" Fitz said conversationally. "You know the way to Diagon Alley from here? Hermione and Ronna are waiting on me there, I think."

But Hagrid grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and drug him down the street, growling, "Skulkin' around Knockturn Alley, I dunno dodgy place, Harry — don' want no one ter see yeh down there —"

"Oh, I don't care where people see me," brushed off Fitz, extracting himself from Hagrid's grasp as they stepped out onto Diagon Alley.

As they walked down the main street towards the snowy white marble building that was Gringotts Bank, Hagrid asked, "How come yeh never wrote back ter me?"

Fitz quickly thought back over Harry's summer, landing on Dobby — he was definitely going to have to tell Simmons about house elves, she would be fascinated. He quickly told Hagrid everything he could remember the house elf telling Harry, and how the house elf had got Harry in trouble with the Ministry, and got Harry locked up in his bedroom nearly being starved to death, and the twins and Ronna coming in the middle of the night to take him to The Burrow, where Harry had been ever since.

But despite telling the gamekeeper that he'd been falsely accused of a crime by the Ministry and nearly starved to death by his adoptive parents, all Hagrid had to say in response was, "Lousy muggles — If I'd've known I would have come and rescued you myself," instead of promising to talk to the appropriate authorities about getting Harry cleared of the false charge and arresting the Dursleys for child abuse, or anything else actually worthwhile and long-term beneficial like that.

So Fitz started looking at the street around him instead, the first time he'd been able to see the magical street with his own eyes. And while it was wondrous and all, he quickly saw something — or two someones — far more wondrous up ahead, one standing on the steps of Gringotts and the other sprinting down the street in their direction.

Jemma, and Daisy Johnson.

~FSK~

"Oh, I'm in trouble now," sighed Daisy to herself in her mind as she casually stepped out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron Pub.

"FitzSimmons are not going to be happy to find themselves here again. Unless maybe it's a proximity thing and only I was pulled in, but I feel like it's not, and that would be a miserable year all alone anyway. Well, off to face the scolding Simmons is going to give me — why do they have to put irresistible big red buttons on the outside of strange alien things if you're not supposed to press them, anyway? I mean, this really isn't my fault, they shouldn't put a button you're not supposed to press in such an easy and enticing to press location."

But by that time her brain had finished catching up with Ronna's, and she realized that Fitz should have stepped out right in front of her. But looking around her, Daisy didn't see him anywhere, and apparently the same thought had struck Mrs Weasley who had stepped through the Floo behind her with Ginevra Weasley by that point, as the older woman started practically shrieking hysterically, "Where's Harry?! Where is he?!"

Daisy personally didn't think it was all that big of a deal, as Ronna's experience with Floo travel told her that he was almost certainly within a few fireplaces of their current location, and Fitz — even as Harry — could take care of himself just fine, be it running around the world researching a portal stone, jumping through a hole in the universe twice, traveling seventy-four years into the future to rescue them, or coming out the wrong fireplace in the wizarding world. But as Mrs Weasley was unaware of Harry's non-Harry history, and was possessive to boot, she didn't hold this same opinion, instead feeling mass panic and hysteria was much more appropriate for the situation.

Mr Weasley fortunately stepped up at that moment and said, "Molly, dear, he's most likely just gone a grate too far, in which case he'll be coming back into Diagon Alley, so we'll be more likely to find him if we head out into Diagon Alley as well."

So Daisy soon found herself hurrying through the pub out to the courtyard behind it, and into the most magical place in London. Daisy, Fred, George, and Mr Weasley tore down the street, with Mrs Weasley lumbering her fat bulk behind them, a tight grip on Ginevra's hand to keep her from running ahead with the boys and Ronna. Daisy didn't know how they were supposed to spot Fitz at this speed, or where exactly they were heading, but suddenly none of that mattered as she spotted Fitz walking up the street towards them from the opposite direction, and Simmons almost exactly halfway between them standing on the steps of Gringotts.

~FSK~

The three halves of FitzSkimmons rushed towards each other, colliding in one gigantic hug, with more than a few subtle kisses shared betwixt.

But they weren't entirely forgetful of their surroundings amidst their great joy at finding each other, so before any of the adults could actually get there, they quickly broke apart, knowing their three-way amorousness would not be approved by any of the adults approaching — which Simmons knew also included Hermione's parents standing at the top of the stairs near the double doors into Gringotts.

And very soon Hagrid from one direction, and the twins and Mr Weasley from the other direction — Hermione's parents stayed nervously where they were, unsure of how welcomed they would be amongst wizards — did walk up to them.

Mr Weasley immediately launched into a worried spiel, but Fitz quickly cut him off, "I'm fine — nothing to worry about. I can take care of myself."

"So where did you come out, Harry?" asked Fred.

"Some store down the side street back there," answered Fitz, pointing back over his shoulder in what he hoped was the general direction in which the street lay.

And so before they could ask him any more questions, he gave a pointed look at his two girls and took a big step off to the side, so he could talk to his wives with a slight bit more privacy.

"Malfoy and his father came into the shop right as I was leaving," he said quietly when they had joined him. "And besides all the things for sale, it was clearly not a 'good' store, because Older Malfoy said I shouldn't be there, a sentiment echoed by Hagrid as we were walking up Knockturn Alley — that's the street's name — back to Diagon Alley. Which sure makes it seem like he's not goody two-shoes Ronna says he wants everyone to think he is."

But any further discussion of the matter was cut short by a shrill, though gasping and completely out of breath, "Oh, Harry — oh, my dear — you could have been anywhere —"

It was Mrs Weasley, thundering up the street like a hippo, huffing and puffing like a steam engine or a fat woman who hadn't ran that far or that fast ever before in her life. As she closed the last ten meters, she dropped her grasp on her younger daughter's hand, and grabbed a large clothes brush she for some reason was carrying around out of the handbag swinging wildly in her other hand, to brush the few specks of dust still left on Fitz's cardigan from falling out of a fireplace, that he hadn't already brushed off himself after escaping Hagrid's grip and attempts at brushing him off by knocking him all over the place with his giant hands.

But remembering how Mrs Weasley had reacted upon seeing Harry after Ronna and the twins had rescued him from the Dursleys a week and a half earlier, Fitz and Daisy subtly and suavely shifted themselves and Simmons around to keep Fitz protected behind a wall of BioQuake, knowing that Fitz didn't want smothered by someone he'd never met before. So instead of finding an available Harry she could mollycoddle and fuss about, Mrs Weasley found herself faced down by two girls slightly taller than herself, who despite their very friendly and sociable demeanors clearly weren't planning on moving out of her way, one of whom was her own daughter.

So she changed tack at the speed of light and began wringing Hagrid's hand, still majorly out of breath as she exclaimed to the gamekeeper, "Knockturn Alley! If you hadn't found him, Hagrid!"

She continued going on for a while, but soon Hagrid was finally able to bid them goodbye, and they climbed the steps up to Gringotts.

As they got up to where Hermione's parents were still standing next to the double doors hesitantly waiting, Simmons' grabbed Hermione's mum's hand and pulled her into the bank with them, saying as she went, "Mum, dad — these are my two best friends in the entire world, Ronna Weasley and Harry Potter."

After saying a quick hi to Mr and Mrs Granger, as Fitz took his turn saying hi to them, Daisy leaned over to Simmons and whispered, "Assuming we're getting Fitzy's money, we can't let anyone see that — we need separate carts."

Simmons nodded, and pulling them all over to the nearest available goblin, said authoritatively, "Goblin, sir, we need one cart to take Harry to his vault, another to take the Weasleys to theirs, and then my parents want to exchange some muggle currency into wizarding currency."

Quickly, before Mrs Weasley could try to object, Daisy said to the Weasley mother, "Mom, it'll be much quicker if Harry, Hermione, and I go to his vault in one cart, and you go to ours in another, and we meet back up here when we're done — Hermione's never seen the vaults, anyway, and we wouldn't want to get too crowded."

Unable to come up with a sufficient argument as to why she needed to be at Harry's vault, and the goblin having almost immediately disappeared after Simmons had made her request and therefore no longer being there for Mrs Weasley to object to, Mrs Weasley had to accept the change to her plans with minimal grumbling under her breath to herself.

The goblin soon reappeared with two more goblins, who whisked FitzSkimmons off in one direction to one cart, the Weasleys off in the opposite direction to another cart, and the original goblin Simmons had talked to asked Mr Granger how much muggle money he wished to exchange.

When FitzSkimmons reached Harry's vault, Fitz grabbed three leather bags from the goblin cart and handed one each to Simmons and Daisy. All three of them filled their bags up, before hopping back into the cart and riding it back up to the vast marble hall from whence they came. Once the Weasleys had returned as well, and Hermione's parents had given Simmons the money they had exchanged for Hermione, not knowing she actually already had her own money through a marriage they didn't know about largely because their daughter wasn't actually their daughter at all, they all stepped back out onto Diagon Alley, ready to do some hard-core shopping.

Before letting them all go, Mrs Weasley said, "We'll all meet back at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks."

Once everyone else had disappeared off in their own directions, Fitz, Simmons, and Daisy all looked at each other, before all three saying at exactly the same time, "Flourish and Blotts."

So that's where they headed, none of them wanting to risk Mrs Weasley seeing that Ronna had her own money now, and far more than the Weasleys had in a decade if Ronna's memories were trustworthy. Walking up to the bookstore, they found a sign in the window saying that the author of all their new school books except for the Standard Book of Spells, Part Deuce was going to start signing copies of his autobiography thirty minutes from then.

"Looks like we've got about fifteen minutes to get in and get out, or we'll start having to battle crowds," said Simmons crisply, taking charge like normal as she led them into the bookstore. "Daisy, three sets of the Lockhart books we need, and books on magical fighting. Fitz, Standard Spells, and books on building things in the magical world, and anything else engineering related. And I'm going to find the magical creatures books and potions books — closest things to biology and chemistry I think we've got here. Meet back at the checkout counter in fifteen."

Fifteen minutes later, Simmons walked up to the counter to find Fitz and Daisy standing suavely next to two towers of books. But as Simmons had already started her own tower at the counter, and was carrying a few more dozen books with her to add to her tower, they all matched.

"Looks like you two were successful," commented Simmons as she nodded towards the saleswitch to check them out.

"Less than you might think — most of mine are actually on house elves, since there seems to be a severe lack of anything closely resembling engineering here, and conjuring spells are pretty advanced magic," replied Fitz. "They seem to just levitate all the supplies into place and stick them together with sticking charms and such, and couldn't even comprehend a simple rotary-prop biplane, let alone a space-traveling Zephyr One — then again, based on astronomy last year, I don't think they can comprehend the idea of traveling through space in and of itself. But after my encounter with Dobby this summer, I think you would be very interested in house elves, so I got a bunch of books on them."

"My question is, how we're supposed to carry all these books?" said Daisy. "Since we don't have a house elf to carry them for us."

"Bag that's smaller and lighter on the outside," answered the saleswitch, Sabrina, a very recently graduated teenage witch they remembered occasionally seeing in the hallways between classes the previous year.

Five minutes later they were back outside Flourish and Blotts with their new purchases, and set off down the street for the rest of their necessities.

Forty minutes later, they walked back to Flourish and Blotts, finding it packed to the door with a jostling crowd of mostly females that apparently was very eager to get an autographed copy of this author's autobiography. But standing outside, were Hermione's parents.

"Not interested in seeing Gilderoy Lockhart?" smiled Simmons as they walked up to them.

"It's extremely crowded, and we have no clue who he is, and never really will not being part of this world," answered Mrs Granger. "So we told Mrs Weasley that we would wait out here for you three to let you know they had already got a spot in line."

"Well, we've already got our books, but we'll step inside to see how close they are to being done," said Simmons, and the three of them squeezed inside.

They quickly spotted the mass of red hair in line not far from the door, the fat one of whom kept patting her hair that looked more done up than Daisy or Fitz could remember Ronna or Harry ever having seen it before, and they found a secluded spot in the shadows to wait. Normally, Simmons would have led them back outside to chat with Mr and Mrs Granger until the Weasleys made it back out, but as she was supposed to be the Grangers' daughter, she didn't feel like she could fake being Hermione well enough to fool Hermione's own parents for as long as it looked like it was going to take, so she stuck with their hiding spot inside the bookstore.

They had been standing there for a long time, the line moving very slowly, when suddenly Fitz was roughly bumped into by a blonde boy Harry, Hermione, and Ronna's age. It took the three of them all of zero seconds to recognize him as none other than Draco Malfoy, self-proclaimed archnemesis of Harry Potter. And for the two girls who hadn't already seen him an hour or so early in the shifty shop on the side street, there was little doubt that the man standing behind him had to be his father.

"Well, at least you're in an appropriate shop this time," sneered Malfoy the Younger at them. "Though I would have thought you girls would have been at the front of the line slobbering all over Lockhart for his autograph."

"Find everything you were looking for in that shop in Knockturn Alley, Malfoy and Older Malfoy?" retorted Fitz disinterestedly. "You know, the establishment someone 'good' like me shouldn't be in, and yet you two also upstanding citizens were in? That shop?"

Younger Malfoy took a scowling, threatening step towards Fitz, apparently having completely forgotten over the summer that Daisy had knocked him unconscious in one punch the year before, and forgetting his fear of them beating him into Malfoy Purée as well, but before he could actually do anything to start a fight that wouldn't end well for him, Ginevra Weasley, who had just made her way through the crowds from Lockhart's signing table, shouted, "Leave Harry alone!"

Fitz suddenly realized it was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry since he'd gone to The Burrow a week and a half earlier, and such blurted out of him before he even realized he'd said it — "That's the first time you've spoken in front of me! What happened? This is totally out of character for you."

"Harry!" hissed Simmons, slapping him lightly on the chest.

"Oh — sorry," apologized Fitz. "You just took me by surprise."

Malfoy the Younger, meanwhile, was drawling, "Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!"

As Ginevra went scarlet, Fitz smirked at Simmons and Daisy, knowing he had a lot more than a girlfriend, and two of them at that.

But Daisy, the most reckless of the three of them, took it a step further and wrapped her arm around Fitz's shoulder, leaning into his side slightly, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry — were you gunning for a boyfriend? Sorry, but unlike you, Harry doesn't swing that way."

As Malfoy the Younger growled at them, apparently having come to his senses enough by that point to realize the unwiseness of attempting to take on all three of them at once by himself, Mr Weasley came struggling over through the crowds with the twins.

"Well, well, well — Arthur Weasley," sneered Mr Malfoy as the redheads made it up to their little impromptu chitchat. "Busy time at the Ministry, I hear. All those raids...I hope they're paying you overtime?"

He made to reach into Ginevra's cauldron, but Daisy slapped his hand out of the way, hard. "Those aren't yours."

Giving the impertinent Weasel a glare as he subtly massaged his hand from where she had left a noticeable red handprint on the back of it, Mr Malfoy quickly composed himself and turned to Mr Weasley and drawled, "Obviously not, based on the looks of those books. Dear me, what is the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Lucius," replied Mr Weasley coldly as he flushed into a human tomato, playing right into Mr Malfoy's hands instead of just brushing him off like the worthless scum he was.

"Clearly," said Mr Malfoy. "Keeping company like this…muggleborn. And here I thought your family could sink no lower."

The words were barely out of his mouth before Mr Weasley threw himself at Mr Malfoy, knocking him into a bookshelf, and one of them knocking Ginevra's cauldron over in the process. There were yells all around as books came crashing down, mass confusion reigning supreme.

In the middle of the fight, Draco Malfoy tried to throw a punch at Fitz's head when his back was turned, but it was blocked by Daisy who immediately landed a punch straight in his face, knocking him unconscious to the ground yet again, a repeat of their short-lived fight in the quidditch stands the spring before. But in all of the hubbub of Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy's knockdown drag-out, no one saw that she had been the one to lay him flat on the ground out for the count, so when Hagrid finally burst in to physically separate to two fighting adults, no one thought to blame her or Fitz or Simmons for his impromptu nap, not that any of them noticed it anyway.

Yanking himself out of the oaf's grip, Mr Malfoy roughly shoved Ginevra's transfiguration book into her hand that he'd picked up sometime during the fight, and swept out of the shop with a crisp, "Come along, Draco."

But a moment later he returned when Draco didn't follow him out — being unconscious and all. Glaring hard at FitzSkimmons, but of course unable to actually accuse them of having been the ones to do it, he quickly cast the reviving spell on his son, who immediately scampered out of the store as soon as he realized where he was, rather more terrified than not of Ronna, and not wanting to have to be any closer to her than he absolutely had to be. But of course when his father asked him who'd knocked him out as they walked down the street together a minute later, he insisted he had no clue and that they must have taken a cheap shot to the back of his head when he wasn't looking (despite his having a broken nose that was still bleeding lightly), not wanting to admit to anyone, let alone his father, that a girl, and a Weasel at that, had done it.

The Weasleys and company also soon moved outside, Mrs Weasley still yelling at her husband for brawling in public in front of her children and Gilderoy Lockhart — who was trying to yell to get them all to stay and be interviewed by the Daily Prophet to work into the story about him, but to no avail as Hagrid and Mrs Weasley pushed them all outside.

Seeing them coming out in a right state, Mr and Mrs Granger turned to Simmons for an explanation, which she quickly summed up the events with a, "Mr Weasley put the smack-down on some rich, pompous scum who was insulting his family."

Hearing Simmons' voice apparently reminded Mrs Weasley that Harry, Ronna, and Hermione were there with them all as well, as the fat woman turned on the three of them and demanded harshly, "Where were you three?! We were waiting in line for you forever!"

So before Daisy could snark, 'Not waiting very passively considering you're holding a signed copy of his book' or something similar, Simmons answered politely but firmly, "We bought our books as soon as we got out of Gringotts in order to beat the crowds, and had no interest in getting them signed or buying his autobiography."

But she still couldn't stop Daisy from snarking, "Yeah, he seems like a pompous ass if you ask me."

Rolling her eyes, Simmons discretely smacked her wife on the bum, which admittedly wasn't exactly the most effective punishment in the world, but it was the closest part of her that she could reach that no one would notice. Daisy just gave her a lecherous smirk in return, promising retaliation of the best kind when they were finally alone again.

Mrs Weasley of course went off on some tirade about how she'd told them to meet her there to buy their books with everyone else, but literally no one was listening to her anymore by that point. The twins were talking excitedly about the fight; Mr and Mrs Granger were listening to them to hear everything that had really gone down inside the store while they were waiting outside; Ginevra was still blushing like a tomato that Malfoy had called her Harry's boyfriend, even if it had been intended as an insult; Percy and Mr Weasley were discussing the senior Malfoy; and Fitz was paying attention to his wives and their antics.

So it was a mostly upbeat group that walked into the Leaky Cauldron several minutes later, with just the one obvious exception. But once they were inside and Mrs Weasley was preparing the Floo for the return trip to The Burrow, Simmons pulled Mr and Mrs Granger to the side out of earshot of everyone.

"Mum, dad — I know you're not really going to like this request, but can I please go spend the last week and a half of summer with Harry and Ronna at Ronna's house? They're my best friends, and I know I'll see them all school year, but I'd really like to go visit their house as well. Please…!"

It had been years since she'd had to pull her feminine wiles and best puppy dog eyes out on Fitz and she was a little worried she would be a bit rusty, but she was apparently still good enough, as Hermione's mum quickly said, "Of course, dear! You wrote to us constantly about how wonderful they are all last school year, so of course we can't keep you from staying with them for the rest of the summer. Just be careful."

"Of course, mum!" replied Simmons with a bright smile, giving Mrs Granger a big hug.

Then she proceeded to give Mr Granger a tight hug as well. He didn't look so sure about letting their only daughter go away for the remainder of summer, especially with a boy her own age part of the mix, but at a pointed look from his wife he wisely didn't say anything, and just hugged her back.

As Simmons was about to turn and walk back over to Fitz, Daisy, and the Weasleys, Mrs Granger asked suddenly, "What about your clothes and the rest of your school supplies?"

Simmons stopped short, suddenly wondering about that herself. The last time, their trunks had already been with them when they had arrived and were all just copies of what they had been wearing in the lab before arriving, with the addition of robes they had to wear at Hogwarts. She wondered if this was still essentially the same case, only their three sets of clothes were now in Hermione's dressers in her room at the Grangers' house, Ronna's dressers at The Burrow, and Harry's trunk at The Burrow. Of course, if that was true, she and Daisy at least were going to have to figure out a way to buy new muggle clothes, as she knew she and her wife weren't going to be able to stand wearing the exact same clothes for ten months, even if they were all different colors. But she still had to appease her mum and get some clothes until they could figure out a way to go shopping.

Looking back at Mrs Granger, Simmons answered, "I'll come by tomorrow afternoon and pack my trunk and take it back to The Burrow. I can make it one night, and I can borrow something from Ronna if I need to."

This answer seemed to appease Mrs Granger, as she simply replied, "Well have fun, and we'll see you again tomorrow."

Walking back over to Mrs Weasley, Simmons said quietly, "If it's okay with you, my parents said I could come over to The Burrow for the remainder of the summer."

So a few minutes later, Simmons found herself stepping into the Floo fire and saying, "The Burrow!", before being whisked away to her first magical house.

As she spun through the chimneys, she thought back over the odd statement Hermione's mum had said about receiving letters from her throughout the previous year, as she certainly hadn't sent them any letters, not actually knowing them or having ever met them, and it got her wondering about exactly how their 0-8-4 worked.