Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By FrighteningShadow

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plot bunny and any additional characters/items not mentioned in the HP books so far.

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Harry awoke in the early hours of the morning and stretched, sore from sleeping in an awkward position. He yawned and stumbled over to his desk. The Order had demanded he send a letter once every three days, or they'd come find him. He didn't feel like having visitors, so he resumed writing the letters.

Dear Everyone,

I'm doing fine. No need to worry. Relatives are ok.

Harry

Hedwig sensed she was needed and flew off her perch onto the desk and stuck her leg out. Harry tied the letter to her leg and petted her affectionately.

"I need you to take this to the Order, alright? Be careful," he said, and sent her out the window.

A very loud, familiar voice sounded up the stairs.

"BOY!GET DOWN HERE!"

Harry groaned and clomped down to the living room. Tonks was standing by the fireplace, clearly having flooed, and was glaring ferociously at Petunia, who was sniffling at her neon blue hair like Tonks was Medusa. Dudley was in the kitchen, garbing on a slice of cheesecake and covering his buttocks with his free hand. Uncle Vernon eyed him warily as he stepped onto the floor.

"Wotcher, Harry!"

"Tonks? What're you doing here?"

"Guard duty. Moody and Albus are in a paranoia contest about you. Say you should always be watched."

"Oh. Erm...so...do you want something to eat?"

Tonks laughed. "Nah. I had a big breakfast. Want to go for a walk? You look like you'd want to get out of the house for a while."

Harry shrugged noncommitally. "Sure."

His Uncle Vernon was pissed.

Harry and Tonks went through the front door, reveling in the feeling of the cool air of the day. As they walked down the streets of Little Whinging, Harry remembered what memories he had of certan spots. There, the dementors had attacked, and he had been informed Ms. Figg was a squib. Right there, Dobby had looked at him through the bushes on his 12th birthday. And here...Sirius had come and found him as a dog...

Tonks, being her usual clueless self, jovially whistled a silly little tune as they traveled through the neighborhood. They circled around many times, when Tonks finally spoke up.

"Alright, let's go get you some new clothes. I'm sick of your scraggliness."

"But...I don't have any money. The Dursleys haven't freely given me pocket change since I was seven years old," he said bitterly.

"No problem. I've got money. Did you know Gringotts trades wizard money for muggle currency?"

Harry shook his head and smiled a bit. Tonks could always take his mind off the bad for a while. Harry decided to go with it.

"Remind me to pay you back," he kidded, laughing a bit. Tonks grinned.

"No problem."

Harry soon found found out that Little Whinging was very close to the central part of town, which included the Surrey Mall. All the kids he'd known from primary school, like June Summers, Clide Jordan, and the other jerks he'd been forced to endure were all regulars here, it seemed. They were hanging around in the Spencer clothing store, which Tonks pulled him into, of course. He inwardly groaned as he looked at their credit cards and pockets full of cash. They still hadn't changed a bit.

"Hello, welcome to Spencers. How may I help you?" A fairly attractive woman asked Tonks. She smiled.

"My friend here, Harry, is looking for a complete new wardrobe. Can you help us?"

The woman looked him over appraisingly and apparently liked what she saw.

"I believe so!"

Clide turned his head and a grin came to his lips. He whispered to June and soon they were all looking at Harry. He quickly walked off with the woman in charge.

Soon Harry had 5 undershirts, 7 shirts, 6 pairs of pants, 9 pairs of boxers, 2 pairs of shoes and many, many pairs of socks. Tonks next led him into a beauty shop to get his hair cut. A slender brunette placed him in a barber's chair and proceded to take away clippings of hair with her scissors.When she was finally done, she let him look in a mirror. His hair was cut short in the back with an upard twist of his bangs in the front,with thickness on the top. He liked it a lot, to say the least. Tonks paid her and they stepped into Precision Eyecare for some new visionary aiding.

A middle-aged, greying man smiled at him and took him in the back to have his eyes tested. Harry took off his glasses and tried to read letters on a poster with various glass lenses to aid him. His glasses were badly in need of an update. Tonks had some ideas for his new look, it seemed.

"Don't you think he'd look good in contacts, Dr. Osteen?"she said politely. Harry looked at the doctor.

"Is that what you want, young fellow? Couldn't have you unsatisfied with yourself, after all."

Harry smiled. This guy was pretty nice. "I don't know. Tonks knows what's best, so yeah."

Dr. Osteen told them to stay put and he shuffled into an adjacent room, coming back with 3 boxes of contacts. "You can renew your contacts by our mail ordering service if you're without a nearby vision shop. Here's the address."

When they walked back to the Dursleys' house, Harry's glee turned into nervousness. Would the Dursleys take his clothes? Would they be angry? He told Tonk of his predicament.

"I'll go in with you and explain everything. They won't kill you, don't worry."

As Harry laid in bed that night, reviewing the day's events, he was depressed once again as he thought that Sirius could have gone shopping with him, and now he'd never get to. Why did it seem like everything he wanted dissolved into thin air? Why did fate despise him so much? And why was he so unfortunate as to having a worry about reaching his 16th birthday?

Ok, thank you all for reading! Once again, I'm thankful to all you reviewers. Please be gentle-I'm only just getting into 7th grade.:)