Some Last Minute Souvenir Shopping

The following morning, daylight poured through the gossamer white curtains, into the formerly pitch black Room 7.

The sunlight gently struck the faces of those asleep in there. Harry stirred and was about to toss over, but he felt a tight squeeze and some extra weight against him. He heard a soft, high-pitched feminine moan of pleasure, though it hadn't even woken him.

Instead, a vibrating ring was the loudest sound pouring through the room, which awoke someone else with a jerk.

"Bloody hell!" gasped the voice of Sirius Black.

The sound of his voice sprung Harry's eyes open, as he found it was Lex curling up with him. She was looking a little too comfortable, so Harry broke from her grasp and fumbled to put his glasses back on.

She let out a tiny whine as Harry traced the ringing to the black landline phone on a nearby desk. He picked up the receiver, but was more surprised at the voice on the other end.

"Are you awake, Harry?" came the overenthusiastic voice of Hermione. "Mr. Hammond's ordered breakfast for us. It'll be here soon. Dumbledore left us a…"

"Yeah," Harry yawned. "Yeah, I know. I've got one also. Come a'knocking when you're ready?"

"Of course," Hermione confirmed. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

"You too," Harry replied.

He hung up the phone, ignoring Sirius's wolf whistling, since his rest was over and it was time to discuss something he didn't like to. He wanted to get it over with, so he shook Lex, who awoke with hair dropping all over her face.

"What's going on?" she yawned.

"Breakfast is on the way," Harry replied. "And all hell breaks loose,"

Harry whispered the last bit to himself, looking at his feet, knowing he wasn't hiding his disdain at all.

He snapped out of it as Tim yawned himself awake, his hair even messier than it was yesterday. When he realized what Tim was about to do, Harry lunged forward.

"Tim, no!" He cried, thrusting out his hands.

"What?" Tim requested. "Why are you holding your hands out that way?"

Harry drew back his hands, only to find that the blisters on his palms were completely gone. He stopped to consider what Madam Pomfrey had done to him, and recalled her mandate of twenty minutes rest.

"…Never mind," Harry sighed.

He whipped the duvet off of Tim and extended his hand, pulling him out of the cot.

"Get yourself ready before breakfast gets here," Harry advised.

Naturally, when Tim's feet hit the floor, Harry expected him to wobble a little. Instead, Tim placed one foot forward with no limp in his step at all. His face and all the other faces in the room lit up, some gasping as he continued walking around with his leg completely healed.

But Harry didn't want the scene to escalate any further, so he threw Tim his rucksack. After all, Tim was not an eight or nine month old who'd just learned to walk.

"Go brush your hair, your teeth, and get dressed," Harry instructed. "The wardrobe's open…"

He tossed Lex her rucksack as well, gesturing to the other end of the room. As Harry grabbed his duffel, Lex seized his wrist and dragged him into the bathroom with her.

She closed the door behind them, clicking a locking switch into place, and pulled away the shower curtain.

"You change out here," Lex requested.

She dropped her rucksack into the tub and drew the curtain back as Harry placed his duffel on the counter. He shrugged, not really worrying about his wand or any embarrassment he or Lex might have caused each other.

Harry unzipped the duffel, pulling out his toothbrush, toothpaste, light brown shorts, and red Fender t-shirt. He changed and placed his green t-shirt into the plastic laundry bag.

As he unwrapped his toothbrush, he heard the sound of shower curtain rings sliding across the railing.

Harry turned around to find Lex stepping out of the shower in fresh jeans, her brown boots, and a tight fitting green printed vest with sunflowers. In her hands were a turquoise blue toothbrush case and a matching tooth comb.

"You can share my toothpaste if you want," Harry offered, after a pause.

She smiled at him her usual way, which seemed to make Harry's shoulders drop. He stepped aside, watching Lex comb her hair back and hold it into place with two translucent magenta butterfly clips.

As she uncased a turquoise Colgate toothbrush, Harry squeezed the toothpaste out, while a light banging hit the door.

"It's me, Tim," called a voice on the other side.

Harry stretched to open the door for Tim, who now wore denim shorts and a yellow t- shirt with horizontal brown stripes and ringers. He felt Tim squeeze between him and Lex, which smeared toothpaste across their faces.

"Are you going to share that?" Tim laughed.

"Maybe later," Lex replied, smiling cheekily.

She pressed Tim down by shoulders, running her comb through his messy hair, causing him to flinch and wince.

"Hey, watch it!" Tim cried.

"Just hold still," Lex dismissed.

Harry snickered at them through his teeth, sending some of his toothpaste flying. Mainly because of Tim's pout, but Lex seemed just as amused, although in a more peculiar sense.

Harry grabbed a glass on the counter, filling it with water from the sink to rinse. When he leaned down to spit, he felt something pull at his collar. Through the mirror, he saw Lex over his shoulder, about to pull the comb through his hair as well.

"Surprise," she teased.

As Lex fiddled with his mop, Harry felt unfortunate to have Tim laughing at him, his mouth also riddled with toothpaste. The first two or three times were rather light, but the next few were harder, as the teeth poked his scalp.

Harry winced as she tried seven more times, only pulling his hair in crazier directions. Lex took the comb out, clutching her forearm, looking pained in the face. Harry rubbed his scalp, deciding they all had their fun, although he tousled his hair again.

"Are we through here?" He asked. "Or do you want to put more strain on your wrist?"

"Yeah," Lex confirmed. "We are so through here, no question."

"Good," Harry reasoned. "I think we've fooled around in here long enough."

The trio recovered their toothbrushes and toothpaste, packing them into their bags.

Leaving the bathroom, Harry noticed Sirius had already switched to a whole new outfit; a white t shirt, a black vest, tight fitting black jeans, a silver Cerberus head belt buckle, and pointed black boots.

He was resting against his bedpost, but leaning suspiciously close to the three children, raising an eyebrow.

"One against three," Sirius teased. "And it only took me about ten seconds, as opposed to five minutes. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with the piquant variety… of toothpaste, that is."

Sirius nudged him in the side and offered another wink to Lex, who wrapped her arms around her shoulders. After saluting Tim, Sirius locked himself back in the bathroom, while Harry seated himself and Lex upon their bed again.

Both of them rolled their eyes at Tim, looked quite impressed after that salute. He smiled to himself, but his rear landed on the bed at the sound of another knock on the door.

"Breakfast!" called a sassy, Spanish-accented voice on the other side.

"¡Desayuno!" repeated a sultrier voice.

It was time for all hell to break loose, so Harry ran to the door. He opened it to find two more waitresses in the doorway, each pushing a trolley. On the right was Juanita, his waitress from yesterday, on the left, the waitress from last night, whose nametag read Carmen.

Juanita pushed her trolley in, carrying more chrome dome trays, followed by Carmen, with another pitcher of orange juice, a pot of coffee, and some drinking glasses.

Harry hadn't the missed the winks from both waitresses, who slapped each other five fingers, giggled, and flipped their hair before exiting the room, shaking their hips. He laughed to himself, feeling pity that Sirius was missing this.

But once the waitresses were gone, Harry noticed another frown coming from Lex. It wasn't because of his reactions to the waitresses, though.

Behind them, Hermione, Paul, and Jane entered the room, wheeling in their cart with three more plates containing the same breakfast of eggs, Gallo pinto, and plantains.

"Good morning, Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "You and Sirius won't have to eat alone this morning..."

She squeezed next to Harry on the bed, opposite Lex, offering him one of her school type of smiles. It was the kind indicating that she expected him to say something. But Harry only felt the urge to remind Hermione that he and Sirius weren't alone.

He didn't need to, since Paul and Jane were already watching across from them, eyeing their daughter down like they would have in her younger days.

Hermione brushed against Harry's arm as she shrank back, while Lex grabbed his other hand. If that wasn't speeding the process along, then some more rattling through the doorway was.

Hammond and Dr. Grant were entering the room, pushing more breakfast and drink trolleys. Drs. Sattler and Malcolm followed, the latter of whom was walking on both legs comfortably.

"Good morning everyone," Hammond called out with restrained joviality.

When Hammond stopped, he shifted his head back and forth among the gathering, twirling his cane around. Grant stared in Harry's direction his eyebrow raised, Sattler was readjusting her glasses, and Malcolm was drumming his fingers on his leg, furrowing his eyebrows.

At the sound of his grandfather's voice, Tim stood up from his bed, but could not run over to him or the other doctors with the trolleys in the way.

"Look at this!" he exclaimed. "They put this stuff in my leg and it got rid of my limp and…"

He was interrupted by Malcolm clearing his throat, presenting him with a deadpan stare before raising his own leg with relative ease. Tim froze, flopping on the bed again, which generated another laugh from Harry.

"Three guesses?" He teased.

"No need," Malcolm denied. "Some people are looking better this morning, right?"

"Does any unflattering stuff apply, Ian?" Sattler questioned, pushing her glasses up.

"There are more than two of us who'd want to be in the same car," Grant interjected, lowering his eyebrow.

"Perhaps you should have asked someone else," interrupted the voice of Sirius.

Sirius exited the bathroom, whipping his hair and shuffling his shoulders at the rest of the group. Harry glanced back and forth at Sirius and Malcolm, still pitying them both.

"You're late for the family breakfast, as per usual," He teased. "If you weren't, we could have found out what you kept under those striped pajamas…"

Most of the group began howling with laughter, except the Grangers. Yet even Hermione couldn't restrain herself for very long, although Lex and Tim were laughing harder.

"Cheeky little bugger," Sirius snickered. "You really are your dad's son, you know."

While Dr. Grant got his last laughs, he reached over for the coffee pot, although Hammond had already claimed it.

"Well, that's enough of that," Hammond exhaled. "If we're waiting on this, Dumbledore, then let's start with a cup of joe, shall we?"

"Don't mind if we do," replied the last voice Harry wanted to hear.

Phipps stepped into the room with Fobbs, both still without their sunglasses, shooting an impatient glare to the crowd.

"After all," Fobbs added. "It's not like we won't need the strength in just a few minutes."

Both grabbed a glass, motioning for Hammond to pour into them. While Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm each held one out themselves, Harry leaned over as Lex jabbed her finger toward the pitcher of orange juice.

"Shall I be mother, then?" He offered.

"I'd have expected Ron to say that," Hermione replied.

"Who?" Lex requested.

"Ron Weasley," Harry explained. "He was the first friend either of us ever had. He was there for me during the summer when my relatives weren't."

"A pity he wasn't with us yesterday," Hermione commented, dryly. "I'll bet he'll wish he could have seen all that."

Harry was usually somewhat miffed by Hermione's sarcasm, but now, he couldn't shake the feeling she was right. He shrugged, pouring juice into Lex's glass first, followed by an eager-looking Tim, and then an irritated Hermione.

"Thanks," Lex whispered.

"No problem," Harry replied.

As Hermione pulled away in a huff, Harry saw that her parents were either folding their arms or placing hands on their hips.

"Don't mind us there, Harry," Paul teased. "We can go two more days without a drop, can't we?"

Harry laughed through his nose before his juice even touched his lips. As he handed the pitcher to Paul, the door swung back open, hitting the wall. But there stood no figure outside the room, in spite of light footprints on the carpet.

The silence was broken by the sound of a clap, as a vibrating bubble materialized, engulfed, and absorbed into the doorway.

There was no guessing who this was, since there came another loud SNAP as Dumbledore appeared next to the bathroom. Even with all the funny looks he'd been so accustomed to, he looked not the least bit intimidated.

"I believe I pointed out that we have some unfinished affairs to attend to?" He reminded them.

The others uncovered their ears, exhaling and rolling their eyes, except Lex. She pulled Tim up to her bed, seizing his and Harry's arms, holding them close. But Harry conveniently missed the dagger Lex was shooting towards him.

"Professor, what was that you cast on the door?" he requested.

"That was a Muffliato charm, Harry," Dumbledore explained. "Another security measure, once you realize what it does…"

Harry recalled discovering the Mirror of Erised in his previous year at Hogwarts and how Dumbledore asked him a similar question. But, like most instances where he had no answer, he looked to Hermione.

"If I may Professor," Hermione interrupted, raising her hand. "It's going to keep anyone on the other side of the doorway from hearing what we're about to discuss?"

"Precisely, Miss Granger," Dumbledore complimented. "It will only fill the ears of anyone who steps within a metre of it. I myself had to cover my entrance up somehow from prying eyes."

Harry smiled at Hermione with pride, and she, in return, beamed with it until Lex pried Harry away from her.

"Now, may I remind us where we left off?" Dumbledore suggested.

"Before that, Professor," Harry interrupted. "Where's Hagrid?"

"All in good time, Harry," Dumbledore assured him. "But to answer your first question, I and a group of several others have arrived here, no doubt thanks to this…"

From his shorts pocket, Dumbledore removed the dustbin lid, which grew in his hand to its original size. Even the yellow bungie cord was still attached to the dented handle.

"We managed to turn this into what we call a portkey," Dumbledore explained. "One of our more unusual means of transport, it brought us here to San Jose, at whence we continued our search by air. I believe Miss Granger and Miss Murphy already pointed that out to you all…"

Harry had learned to accept Dumbledore's answers after working his way out of a situation. Because of this, he, Sirius, the Grangers, and the Murphys stayed back as Dr. Malcolm squeezed past the trolleys, looking just as irritated as he was getting off the helicopter.

But since Malcolm was no longer lying on a hospital bed, Grant, Sattler, and Hammond each grabbed part of his arms. Yet Dumbledore's expression remained the same as it had been for the last twelve hours.

"I have already pointed these things out to the Grangers," Dumbledore replied. "But our portkey would have taken you all to one of our secret locations. We may have escaped by air had we possessed enough broomsticks for the task. I trust all of that answers Mr. Potter's next question, as well?"

"Yes… and no," Harry replied after a stumped beat.

"It seems I ought to have suggested 'another one of those questions'," Dumbledore noted. "But I promised I would not keep you in suspense any longer."

He placed the dustbin lid back into his pocket, still holding onto his secret smile. Harry leaned in closer, noticing the bedroom carpet appeared to be sinking in two unreasonably large spots.

His suspicion was confirmed as yet another SNAP filled the room, and Hagrid appeared behind Dumbledore.

While Sattler, Hammond, and Malcolm gasped in shock at the sight of an oversized man in the room, Harry gasped in delight. Dumbledore squeezed past the trolleys to make room for Hagrid, who waved to Harry as gently as he could muster.

"Din't think I'd leave yeh yet, did yeh?" he suggested. "I 'ad 'o pick up a few more things furst."

He reached his hand into his shirt pocket before opening it to reveal Harry's trunk shrunk to the size of a half pound.

"It's all packed, with ev'rythin from yer ol' room," Hagrid explained. "Din't wanna ferget yer Nimbus, or yer books, or yer dad's cloak, an' 'specially not this…"

He reached into his pocket again, removing a round-topped cage containing a snowy owl, hooting with delight.

"Hedwig!" Harry cried.

He dropped his trunk into his duffel and grabbed Hedwig's cage, slipping his fingers through the bars for her to gently nibble. Hagrid then motioned toward Sirius, revealing a tiny motorcycle and sidecar, about the size of a Matchbox vehicle, resting in his other palm.

Sirius cried with joy as he seized back his beloved motorbike, regaining his composure once he noticed the others' stares of curiosity, mainly Sattler's and Hammond's. While Grant, Lex, and Tim were already familiar, Malcolm's suspicious eyes were back upon Harry's.

"Three guesses that's the Hagrid you asked about?" Malcolm requested.

"Who else but groundskeeper of Hogwarts," Harry confirmed.

Hedwig let out a screech of agreement as Hagrid grinned back at them. He briskly stepped aside to reveal Mr. Weasley waiting behind him.

"I'm not getting in the way, am I?" he interrupted

"Mr. Weasley!" Harry gasped. "You're here too?"

"I've been with Dumbledore for the last three days, searching for you," Arthur explained. "The same as everyone else. We split apart into two groups and searched the whole ocean, never mind that we came across two islands. That other one was filled to the brim with more of those dinosaurs, in massive birdcages and tiny holding pens, might I add, and..."

Harry held out his other hand, stopping Mr. Weasley and directing his attention to a paler, pink-faced Hammond.

"That other island you came upon would be my Site B of this whole project," Hammond explained hesitantly. "I leased that one as well, so my company could generate a larger supply, if you will. We had a team of nurses prepare them before coming to the main island."

He missed the stares of disbelief from Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm, even as they stood off to his right, but not for long.

"Uh huh," Malcolm muttered. "I'm guessing Dr. Wu's contributions had nothing to do with it."

"Their current ones would have come to the park after opening," Hammond continued. "Though too late now, it's all as much at stake as your whole world, and my public image..."

Harry felt torn between grief and displeasure as Hammond lowered his head, while Dumbledore offered him a look of sympathy. Phipps and Fobbs, on the other hand, were looking quite pleased; it seemed with all the commotion between wizards and scientists, they finally had a chance to speak.

"Please tell us some more about that, John," Phipps requested flatly.

"After all, it's not like we're forgetting anything here, are we Dumbledore?" Fobbs added, lowering his eyebrows.

"No gentlemen, I'm afraid I must empathize with Mr. Hammond," Dumbledore coolly insisted.

At the mere mention of his name, the others straightened their heads out and turned them back to Dumbledore. All except Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Hagrid and Mr. Weasley. The five of them thought they knew perfectly well that Dumbledore's ego could not be scathed.

"Over the last few days, both young Harry and I have faced similar disruptions," Dumbledore continued.

"Such as?" Malcolm queried.

"Years ago, his family was the target of murder," Dumbledore explained. "His parents were lost, yet his mother had invoked a sort of protection I had not seen before. To further ensure Harry's safety, I brought him to his aunt's home, placing protective wards that operated through his thriving familial relation to her. But now, I see that is no longer the case."

Hearing those words, Malcolm went back to muttering amongst Hammond, Sattler, and Grant, as Phipps and Fobbs shared looks of triumph and disbelief with one another. Dumbledore slightly downturned his head, something Harry had never seen him do before.

Still he'd learned, even before starting Hogwarts, that one person's happiness often comes at the expense of another's.

"What about Hogwarts, Professor?" Harry asked. "Will I be able to go back?"

"Hogwarts is the only place left in Britain that will offer you complete safety for now, Harry," Dumbledore reminded him. "You will most certainly be able to return."

All tension building inside Harry had been released, along with perhaps the only ear to ear smile he'd managed in his life. Hedwig hooted with delight as Harry presented his grin to a slightly weirded out Lex and Tim, then to a relieved Hermione.

Her parents, however, had crowded next to her on the bed looking somewhat less than relieved.

"That reminds me…" Jane interrupted. "Hermione, is there anything you haven't been telling us?"

Now, Hermione's relief was gone and she tried to slide off the bed, only to find herself wedged between her parents' hips. She tried pushing her way out, but the harder she shoved, the more her parents' faces loomed on her, expectantly. When she tired herself, her parents had veered their closest, tears were swelling in her eyes, and she found she could take it no more.

"Yes," Hermione cried at the top of her lungs. "I haven't written to you, because I've been petrified! A monster was set on all the students with non-magic parents! I stayed there at Christmas because Harry and I were trying to work out what it was! I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you'd try to remove me!"

She burst into tears and fell out of her parents' grasp, into Harry's arms. He slowly hugged her back and offered her a sympathetic look, as opposed to Lex and Tim who appeared much more horrified. Paul and Jane, however, found they couldn't reprimand their daughter at the moment, and so turned their attention back to Dumbledore.

"I can assure you, we came fairly close to sending our students home," Dumbledore replied. "But it was Potter and Miss Granger's efforts that saved us, I shall say that much."

"I assume you'll be contacting parents more often," Paul suggested, drawing his wife and daughter closer. "They'll want you to double down on security, should their kids run into a dragon or whatever."

"We've been there, done that," Harry choked with a snigger.

He winked at Hermione, then at Sirius, who snapped his fingers and gave his godson a wink back, having not heard from him in awhile.

"We only hope you parents and guardians will pardon us for all this trouble," Dumbledore iterated.

"If we got this lucky, things should go uphill from here, right Albus?" Sirius indicated.

"Regardless," Dumbledore interjected. "I believe I've kept you from your meal long enough."

"Yeh know, I've worked up quite an appetite meself," Hagrid commented. "Wha' from wrestlin' with 'ose six foot pheas'nts in tha'… com-ku-er room."

He rubbed his stomach, smacking his unnecessarily loud lips, which elicited groans of disgust from the other wizards, except Harry.

"You felled down those velociraptors, Hagrid?" Harry gasped.

"Blimey Harry, couldn't yeh guess?" Hagrid bellowed. "I were invisible! We all were, the whole lot! Dumbledore, Weasley, yeh name it!"

"But what were you doing there, Mr. Weasley?" Harry pondered.

"You gave us all quite the scare, Harry," Arthur replied. "We had to know you were safe. Molly, Ron, and the others would be livid if you weren't."

"And, I must admit, so would two others who joined us," Dumbledore added.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"The Grangers have already met them on the island," Dumbledore explained. "The rest of you will meet them at the San Jose International Airport later today. I told Mr. Hammond, who told me of his private jet standing by, which shall be taking you all to New York."

Sirius and Hermione grinned, already knowing whom Dumbledore was referring to. But Harry, the Murphy children, and the other muggles were still locked on Dumbledore. Harry especially couldn't help but wonder how Mr. Hammond took those news initially or how the other would soon.

"I believe all explanations are out of the way about now," Dumbledore concluded. "Thus, if our case is closed, we may have our leave to go."

Dumbledore gathered Mr. Weasley and Hagrid back into the corner next to the door. But Hagrid pulled a large, spotted handkerchief from his pocket, beginning to sniffle and howl like a wounded dog.

While the others shielded their ears again, Harry offered Hagrid one last wave of his own.

"We'll see you at Hogwarts again, Hagrid," Harry promised, before turning to Mr. Weasley. "Tell Ron we'll be back in September?"

"I will," Arthur replied.

"And Professor Dumbledore?" Harry acknowledged to him. "Thanks again."

"Good luck, Harry," Dumbledore replied.

Harry and the others ducked, excluding Phipps and Fobbs, as Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Mr. Weasley were swept out of sight

Once they were gone, another liquid sound filled the air as Dumbledore's ripple dissipated from the doorway, back into thin air. The only sound in the air afterward was the creaking of the bedroom door and a slight whisper."

When the door closed, all of Harry's thoughts about Dumbledore and those new people were gone. A familiar, pleasant odor began to fill the room, like a Hogwarts feast fresh out of the oven. Harry traced the smell to center of the room, finding his breakfast plate still warm, likely thanks to Dumbledore.

He picked it up, finding it wasn't too warm, even as the expressions on some of the others were cool.

"Well…" he began. "Who's hungry?"

He scooped the eggs, rice, and beans on his plate into his mouth, savoring both the taste and the warmth as it hit his tongue. One by one, the others followed, although Lex was frowning when she found eggs on her plate. When Harry saw her picking at them with her fork, he realized he'd forgotten the plans he'd made during the evening.

He tapped Lex on the shoulder, who pulled back to find him holding out his plate.

"Can I take those off your hands?" he offered.

"Thanks," she agreed.

Lex scooped the eggs from her plate to his before helping herself to some Gallo pinto. Harry quietly scarfed down his meal, making sure no one else saw him, and grabbed his duffel. He secreted the raptor teeth from the wand box inside before eyeing Phipps and Fobbs.

Harry cleared his throat, causing them both to upturn their heads.

"If you're done, would you mind if I talked with you both for a minute?" Harry requested. "Outside?"

He gestured towards the doorway, which he was fast enough to get through before Hermione and the Murphy kids could see where he'd gone. Phipps and Fobbs shrugged at each other before squeezing past the trolleys, joining him in the corridor.

"I've had some thoughts about getting in some last minute shopping," Harry explained. "If you'll spot me a little…"

He leaned into their ears, whispering his plan before pulling the raptor teeth from his pocket, drawing his finger to his lip.

"There's a little shopfront down the road," Harry explained. "Maybe they can make something of these without taking too long."

"Care to show us the way?" Phipps requested.

"Sure," Harry replied.

He led them down the corridor, through the lobby, and out the hotel doors, in the same direction they'd gone clothes shopping. Arriving at the Souvenir Necklaces sign, a series of racks was on the left wall, with tiny shell necklaces hanging from each.

Over on the right wall were more racks, from which hung pointed, teeth-like talismans in varying sizes, each strung to a thin loop of elastic.

At the back of the shop, a black curtain was pushed off to the right, revealing a wooden workbench topped with drill heads. The drill itself was operated by a chisel-faced man with a curly black mustache and hair, wearing a sleeveless grey t shirt and black cycling shorts.

On a stand in front was a chrome bell, which Harry pressed rather hard, as Phipps and Fobbs covered their ears from the drilling.

After a few more dings, the bell was jerked out of Harry's hand by the shopkeeper waiting before him.

"Buenos Días," he greeted.

Harry presented his raptor teeth, which the shopkeeper zeroed in on ecstatically.

"May I have two necklaces, please?" Harry requested.

"No problema," the shopkeeper replied, grabbing the teeth. "Una momenta, por favor…"

He ushered Harry outside as Phipps and Fobbs leaned him against the wall.

"There was no trouble understanding any of that, Harry?" Phipps queried.

"None whatsoever," Harry replied, his expression stating the obvious.

"Good man," Fobbs replied, patting him on the shoulders.

Thankfully, only two more rounds of drilling were heard, with some high pitched whirring before the shopkeeper returned with a teal blue plastic bag.

Opening it, Harry found both teeth, each with a loop of black elastic strung through and a tiny clasp at the end. Most impressive to him were the holes in each tooth, smoothened out to prevent any withering.

Harry removed one necklace and clasped it around him while Phipps and Fobbs stepped into the shop. They handed some cash to the shopkeeper, waiting for Harry to offer his thanks before leading him back up the street.

"How much did it cost?" Harry asked.

"Apparently not very much," Fobbs replied.

"Probably since we provided the key piece of the necklace," Phipps added.

Returning to the hotel, it was no surprise that they found Hermione, Sirius and the Murphy children waiting on the top step with their bags over their shoulders.

Sirius and Tim shared a look of pride at Harry's necklace, Lex drew her hand to her chin, while Hermione presented him with her usual attitude, realizing what was around his neck.

"Is that where you've been?" she requested. "How can you resort to something so cruel?!"

"Was it crueler that we got away from those raptors alive?" Harry countered.

As Harry, Phipps, and Fobbs re-entered the hotel, Hermione dropped her hands to her sides before Sirius reared her in, while Tim dragged his sister after.

In the lobby, Hermione was released as Sirius, Lex, and Tim crowded Harry's behind. She opened her mouth again, her view ahead was hindered until something squeezed her shoulders. She found two pairs of familiar hands upon them, tracing them up to her parents' faces.

Gathered at the front desk were Hammond, Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm all speaking with the concierge. Harry felt the grasp on his shoulders removed as Sirius swatted Phipps and Fobbs' hands away. Once they were out of his sight, He led Lex and Tim to an empty couch across from the front desk.

Tim dropped his Jansport rucksack on the floor when he noticed the blue bag in Harry's hand.

"I bet you wish she had toothpaste on her…" He chuckled.

"What Tim's trying to say is I thought of this as a little present for two, maybe," Harry explained.

Tim's eyes lit up as Harry drew the other tooth necklace from his blue bag. He reached for the necklace, but missed as Harry opened the clasp with his thumbnail, stretching it towards Lex, who looked like she was ready to blanche.

"Why me?" she whispered.

"I knocked that thing in the head for you, didn't I?" Harry reasoned.

He strung the necklace around Lex, who presented him with a sweet smile until they were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Well well well," teased Sirius. "Already gotten to the PDA, it looks like."

Harry and Lex jumped as they discovered Sirius leaning over them, carrying Hedwig's cage, Harry's duffel slung over his shoulder. A slightly put off-looking Tim leaned against the couch's back, kicking his Jansport bag.

"Let's go," Sirius requested. "There's plenty of free love where we're going."

He tossed the duffel to Harry, who offered Lex a funny smile before she grabbed his hand in her right and Tim's in her left. Lex pulled the boys out the door, where the Grangers were already gathered on the top step, Hermione frowning slightly when she saw their shared necklaces.

Harry offered her a simple wave in return, but his embarrassment was saved as Sirius, Hammond and the others joined them, and a couple of Silver Spurs pulled up to the hotel.