Meetings in Diagon Alley
Harry grinned to himself when he woke up; he was sleeping comfortably in a comfortable bed, no bars on the windows or locks on the doors. He could sleep as long as he wanted and didn't have to get up to make breakfast only to look forward to a day filled with chores courtesy of Uncle Vernon. When Dudley was gone for the day, Aunt Petunia would try and split the chores with him, leaving him to do all the outside chores, but she had to keep up pretenses as well and go out of the house sometimes with the ladies around the neighborhood.
"Hey kid," Duo said poking his head in the room.
Harry grinned at him, "I'm up!" he sat up then pouted, "I wish you were coming with us today."
Duo ruffled his hair, "next time, kiddo," Duo promised, "Fei Fei and I will come."
Harry snickered at the nickname which he knew would make WuFei scowl at his braided friend, "that's okay, next time."
10 minutes later, Harry walked to the bathroom and laughed as Duo came strutting out; the mirror still flirted with him outrageously. They had offered to remove the mirror after Christmas, but Duo wouldn't hear of it. Harry shook his head as he went in, the mirror leaving him alone, only reminding him to tuck the back of his shirt in before he left.
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The drive to the Leaky Cauldron was filled with excitement; Quatre was just as eager to see the Magical Shops as Harry was to see his friends again. Heero was driving and he glanced at Trowa out of the corner of his eye, amusement making them sparkle a bit as he listened to Harry and Quatre's excited chatter. Heero pulled into an empty spot close to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry eagerly climbed out and grabbed Quatre's hand pulling the laughing teen behind him.
"Mr. Potter!" Tom said in delight as the four entered the dimly light pub, "it's wonderful to see you again." Several of the patrons eagerly stood up to greet him, but Heero's glare and Trowa's presence was enough to deter them from actually making physical contact with him, much to Harry's relief, who nodded at the called out greetings. Tom led them through the back and to the alley, reminding Harry of the sequence of brinks, which Harry eagerly tapped.
When the bricks moved out the way, "welcome to Diagon Alley," he said grinning as Harry gestured with flourishing hand movement to the bustling space beyond.
Quatre gaped at the huge shopping district; it was amazing that something this big could be hidden from 'prying' eyes. Even Heero and Trowa were having a hard time not showing their amazement. Harry quickly grabbed Quatre's hand again and began leading Quatre along, pointing out different shops, "that's where Hagrid got Hedwig for me," "I got my wand there," "the bookstore is soooo cool, it shouldn't be hard to find everything that WuFei wants," "here's Madam Malkin's, she makes wizarding robes."
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Harry stood patiently while Madam Malkin pinned a set of robes up around him. Quatre was also getting a set of robes, his more formal. He was planning on going to the Ministry of Magic soon as many of his newer businesses had magical departments. Trowa had also put up with a robe fitting as he was going as Quatre's bodyguard/escort/friend. Heero had just given them a flat stare when they had suggested he get some as well, setting Harry off into snickers. Heero just rolled his eyes and looked at his watch reminding them that they were meeting the Grangers and Weasleys in a half an hour at Flourish and Blotts.
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As they left Madam Malkin's making plans to return to pick up the new robes, Harry heard a familiar and welcomed voice. "Harry!" he was nearly knocked to the ground by an exuberant hug, only a quick hand on his back by Heero kept him from sprawling.
"Hello, Hermione," he said grinning at his friend, "how's your summer been?"
"Wonderful," Hermione enthused, "we visited France and I might have to re-write my report for History of Magic." Harry just grinned at her, "oh yeah, I told you that in my last phone call," she flushed than looked up at the person who was behind Harry, "you're Heero Yuy!" she said her voice ending on a squeak of excitement. Harry hid a snicker at the look on Heero's face as Hermione darted forward, and like she had when she met Duo, gave him a quick hug and backed away. Trowa and Quatre were also treated to an exuberant greeting from the girl who tugged them over to meet her parents. The Granger's shook their hands and exclaimed in delight at meeting the Gundam Pilots in person thanking them profusely for what they had done to help the colonies and the planet.
"Where are you headed?" Harry asked.
"Gringotts," Hermione said, "we need to convert money."
"That's where we are going," Harry said, "I want to show Quatre my vault," he gave her a wink and she giggled and the teens wondered what they were getting into.
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Harry and Hermione stopped before a large white building, "this is Gringotts," he said, "it's run by goblins," he said nodding respectfully to the odd creatures who guarded the door. Hermione and her parents got in a line to convert money, as Harry led the others to a withdrawal line, "I would like to see my vault please," Harry said sliding his key over the counter.
"Harry, I've got your school supplies this year," Quatre said softly.
"I know," Harry said back, "but you'll enjoy this and I want a bit of spending money." Quatre looked skeptical but followed Harry and their goblin escort to a small cart. All four humans and one goblin got in, "brace yourself," Harry warned gripping the bar eagerly, "this thing moves wicked fast!"
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The Weasley children were standing in Gringotts entrance when they emerged. The red heads were easy to spot in the semi-crowded foyer of the bank. Ron eagerly came over and after an awkward moment, both boys snickered and slugged each other in the shoulders causing Hermione to roll her eyes and mutter 'boys', grinning happily at her friends.
"How come you haven't written me back this summer?" Ron asked now that he knew that Harry wasn't angry at him for some imagined slight.
"Written you back?" Harry looked confused, "I thought you weren't writting me back because of the Chess thing?"
"I didn't get your letters," Ron said and narrowed his eyes, "and you haven't been getting mine."
Heero had come over and was listening in on the conversation. "Send your letters to Preventer's headquarters," Heero said, "I will mail Harry's from there, and we can try and figure out what are happening to yours." Ron nodded looking dazed.
Arthur and Molly finally came out of the lower levels having visited their vault, and introductions were made. In his great delight the elder Weasley male exclaimed, "but you're Muggles!" It seemed like the whole room stopped and listened to the excited man as conversations around them paused and people turned to stare, "We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money, Molly, look!" He pointed excitedly at the ten-pound notes in Mr. Granger's hand. (HP-CoS P 37)
Instantly he knew something was wrong when he looked up from the money now clenched in Hermione's father's hand and took in the reactions of his audience. Heero was giving him a glare that made his blood run cold, Trowa's face became a cold mask of nothingness, which chilled him just as much and Quatre drew himself up and became every inch the man that had his corporate board members trembling. Mr. Weasley swallowed hard as he remembered seeing Winner's picture in this morning in the Daily Prophet. If he remembered reading correctly, Quatre Winner was the very important in both the Muggle and Magical worlds. His contributions to their world were making Malfoy's contribution seem like pocket change and the group that the other two were in, Stoppers or something, was joining the Auror's offices later on this month.
He looked around at his children and caught sight of Drs Granger's shocked and appalled faces, and became even more nervous as Molly scolded him with a horrified "Arthur!, really!" Harry had a hand to his head and was shaking it, while Hermione went to her parents to quickly whisper in their ears what he hoped were apologizes and explanations while looking at him nervously. His children's reactions were just as varied, the twins were snickering trying to hide their embarrassment, Ron's ears were a bight red and Percy was shaking his head and walking away from the group. "Apologize, Arthur," Molly hissed at him again.
Arthur was instantly contrite, "I apologize," he said, "I didn't mean to be rude, I was just excited to see you and…" he cut off his rambling when Quatre smiled at the man instantly relaxing and Arthur gave a sigh of relief that he hadn't mortally offended them.
Quatre gently turned the man around and patiently began answering his questions about money, the fellytone, plugs, batteries and ecltricity as the group made their way towards Flourish and Blotts.
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Ron, Hermione and Harry joined the large crowd in a very crowded Flourish and Blotts. They quickly looked for their textbooks, wondering absently why all of their Defense Against the Dark Arts books were in the fiction section rather than the textbook/non-fiction section. Trowa and Quatre were with an assistant looking for books on WuFei's list.
After Harry paid for his purchases and was on his way back to wait by Heero, when the photographer from the Daily Prophet stepped on Ron's foot. "Out of the way there, this is for the Daily Prophet!" the man said roughly using his elbows to move those he thought were in the way of his shot.
"Big deal," Ron said limping to where his mother was standing in the autograph line a few people back.
Gilderoy Lockhart must have heard him because at that moment he looked up in anger at Ron, and his eyes slid over the Harry who had stopped to him make sure his friend was all right. "It can't be Harry Potter?!" Gilderoy said and before Harry could blink, he found himself yanked away from Ron's side and pulled next to the taller male.
"Hey!" Harry said, struggling against the arm that was pinning him to Lockhart's side. Lockhart had grabbed Harry's other hand and was wringing it in a 'hand shake' causing Harry's hand to go numb.
"Nice big smile for the camera, Harry," Lockhart said smiling at the eager photographer who was moving forward to take their picture, "together you and I are worth the front page… OOOOWWW." (CoS p 39-40)
Lockhart howled in pain trying to shake his hand free from Harry who was holding his thumb at an awkward angle, "Let me go," Harry said through gritted teeth.
The photographer was thrilled with the idea of a fight between the two famous people (and a chance for a bit of scandal) and pushed people out of his way, nailing a blond muggle dressed teen hard in the ribs with his elbow to get the perfect angle. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, a foot on his chest, his camera yanked of his hands and the film being ripped out. "Hey!" he yelled but was unable to remove the foot of the glaring green-eyed boy who was holding him down quite easily.
"It is very rude," Quatre said a menace in his voice, "to push people around just to get a photo," he held up the destroyed film, "I will be talking to your supervisor when I go to the Daily Prophet next week and take my place on it's board." The man blanched as he now recognized one of the new major shareholders on the Prophet's board.
Meanwhile, Harry was pulled away from a whimpering Lockhart and the injured man froze when he heard a metallic clicking sound close to his ear. He knew that sound, had experienced it when he had gone sniffing around a farmer's daughter in Romania and looking around he stared down the cold barrel of a gun. He wasn't sure what was colder, the steel grey of the barrel or the cold blue of the teen's eyes who was behind the gun.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Heero asked.
"Yes," Harry said moving to stand closer to and take comfort from him, "he just startled me when he grabbed me."
"You did good getting away from him so fast," Trowa said coming up behind the pair, the photographer behind them scrambling to his feet and quickly limped out of the store.
"He shouldn't have grabbed you," Quatre said, raising his voice over the protesting female voices who were shocked at how the teens had reacted to their 'celebrity', "people might wonder why he would grab and molest children."
That shut up the women who were now glaring at Lockhart who looked away flushed and pouting like Dudley did when he was denied sweets. "I just wanted to make an announcement!" he said his voice taking on a slight whine. He stood up and spoke loudly trying to smile through the pain of his injured thumb, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the perfect moment for me to make a little announcement that I have been sitting on for some time!"
Lockhart beamed when the crowd quieted, "when young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography… which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge…" he held out his book for Harry to take but the green-eyed boy refused to move closer to take the book and Lockhart cleared his throat nervously setting the book down on the table, "he had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me." Lockhart puffed up with pride, "Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" (CoS p40)
"We might want to suggest posting a Preventer at Hogwarts to make sure he doesn't molest any more children," Trowa said to Heero in the silence between the announcement and the cheer. Lockhart flushed angrily but kept smiling at the lukewarm reception his announcement had garnered.
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"Bet you loved that, didn't you Potter (CoS pg61)," Draco Malfoy spat at his rival.
Harry turned incredulous eyes on the blond, "oh yes, Malfoy, I love being groped by strange men," he glared up to where Lockhart was having the assistant manager of Flourish and Blotts fix his sprained thumb while Quatre scolded the man than Harry shuddered with disgust.
Draco blinked not having realized what just happened, only knowing that his rival was taking the spot light, again! He had seen how the three older teens that Harry had come in with had jumped to his defense and he wondered briefly if Crabbe and Goyle would have done the same. He had been grabbed and groped once by an old 'friend' of his father's and had been skittish around the man ever sense. Draco was about to nod and walk away when Ron came up, "What do you want Malfoy," he glared at the blond who glared angrily back.
Harry blinked in surprise, "Ron, Malfoy was just making sure I wasn't hurt," he said trying to defuse the situation. Both year-mates looked at him in surprise, Malfoy, that Harry was defending him against Ron, and Ron, that Harry was defending Malfoy at all.
Ginny came nervously up to group and put her cauldron down. She had been dreading going to school with second hand and borrowed things, but was now giddy with excitement when Hermione had suggested using Ron's old school books as they hadn't changed that much over the year, and, her mother thinking that that was a great idea, had taken both youngest children to get new wands(Fred, George and Percy had already purchased theirs with allowance money after their first year and ineffectual wand work). Molly had decided that Fred and George were going to share their defense books and she already had a set of Lockhart books at home, so they only needed to purchase two sets, one for Ron and the other for Percy but now didn't have to as the Editor in chief for the Prophet had given a set of books as compensation to Ron for his 'over-eager' photographer, and the manager of Flourish & Blotts had given Harry a second set to make up for Lockhart's ill manners, which he had promptly handed to Molly. Mrs. Granger had noticed the worn school uniforms that Ginny and her mother had carried from the second hand store and had offered to take them and re-dye them, making them look new, for the chance during the school year to stop by for a cup of tea and chat.
The rest of the Weasley and Grangers joined the group when Lucius skulked upto Draco, "Draco," he said his voice silky and smooth, and he looked at Arthur with a ill concealed dislike, "Weasley."
"Malfoy," Arthur said his voice tight.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear, I do hope they are paying you overtime (CoS p62)?" Lucius sneered his tone condescending, reveling in Arthur's angry flush. He looked around the group and his sneer grew, "Muggles, Weasley?" he ignored the way the Grangers stiffened, "the company you keep and I thought you could sink no lower. (CoS p62)" He said shaking his head in disgust.
"Some of us have better definitions of what is worth while people and what isn't…" Arthur began his eyes flickering to Lucius' left arm.
Lucius snarled and was about to draw his wand when he heard, "Mr. Malfoy?" the two adults froze as Quatre's 'innocent' voice reached them, "it's a pleasure to see you again," he smiled at the man who nodded stiffly to him, "I haven't seen you since the board meeting at Acme Anvil Company." The muggle children around the group began snickering as Lucius' complexion turned pink, "well good day sir," Quatre said ushering the group outside while Ron asked a giggling Hermione what was so funny about Acme Anvil.
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Lucius Malfoy growled to himself as he stormed out of Flourish and Blotts. Almost, almost had he angered Weasley enough to strike out, if only the Winner brat hadn't interfered! He had to find away to discredit Arthur so his ridiculous Muggle Bill would fail to gain the proper supporters in time for January's Wizengamot's meeting. He felt the book in his pocket strike his leg as he moved down the street, Draco running after him while trying to maintain the Malfoy dignity. He listened with a half an ear as Draco whine and complained about Weasley, Granger, Potter, Weasley, Potter on the Quidditch team, Weasley, Harry Potter ad nausum. "Draco," he said as he finally tuned into his son, "maybe this year you can be on the Quidditch team."
"But how, I mean I know I am good enough but with all the older players…" Draco said his face lighting up.
"I will make sure of it," Lucius said spotting someone and a plan quickly formed in his head as he watched a stuffed vulture bobbing on the top of an old woman's head, a chubby boy following quickly behind her. "Go in to Quidditch supplies and order 7 of the new Nimbus from the owner, 6 to be delivered to the Slytherin Quidditch team, I will be in momentarily to arrange payment."
Draco nodded eagerly as he moved quickly back the way they had come his eyes alight with anticipation of Potter's defeated face and didn't notice the smile on his father's face that would have put a chill up his back as he moved away to follow the pair. He paused when he noticed one of the older Weasley boys leaning against a building reading a book, his prefect badge glistening on his chest, the youngest Weasley's cauldron filled with books at his feet. Lucius followed after his son five minutes later feeling quite… smug.
AN: So who got the diary? Hmmmm… I apologize for the lateness of this chapter! I was quite sick in Dec, mom's 'anniversary' was in Jan and now. If it is a bit disjointed, it is because I wrote a part here and a part there. The last part was the second part I wrote.
A HUGE thanks to Mortal_Helix for helping me with character reactions in this story. She reminded me of something I forgot, it's not my reactions to the situations that should be shown, but the characters reactions I should focus on. I think that is why I had so much trouble with this chapter, I forgot who was doing the speaking, not me, my characters. Also to my betas who with out them, this fic would not flow correctly.
Again there will not be a lot of what happened to Harry during second school year, only times when it would be feasible for one of the Preventers to actually be there, Quidditch match and the end. Each chapter will have at least one person from the Gundam Wing Universe and one from HP universe.
Italicized words are a direct quote from my Harry Potter Chamber of Secret's book.
Yes for those of you who are wonder Harry is still living in the Dursely's home, but that will change… soon.
Also for those of you who didn't get the Acme Anvil Company line by Quatre, think Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner and you will get it!
Romances. Hmmm… The only other romance that I will 'create' in this story will again be between adults and will not come about until third/fourth year. If you want to imagine other romances, have at it, but I do not want to focus on them as to me that will detract from my stories (at least I think).
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Edit 3/19: changed Hermione's letters to phone calls which would keep Dobby from intercepting them and added part where Ron and Harry realize that their letters aren't getting through!
Edit: May 2012
