A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
Word Count: 543
Madame Sapphire Malkin flipped the sign hanging in the door of her shop to 'closed'. She'd had a busy day with it being the end of August and all the Hogwarts students showing up needing new robes for school.
One young man had stood out in particular, a young boy who had appeared to be alone. It wasn't uncommon for a child to be alone, but something about this one didn't sit right with her. He'd flinched when the tape measure had crossed his narrow frame. Too narrow, she realized now. She glanced over at the ledger she kept with all her sales. Now, he'd be somewhere near the middle, near the Malfoy boy.
She wrinkled her nose. Narcissa Malfoy was a terror to deal with on a good day, today, her son's first fitting, she had been simply a nightmare. Thankfully things had gone well enough other than a few insults being hurled. Now, where was that young man's name?
"Malfoy, Potter, oh!" she whispered staring at the name scribbled in her ledger. She had the sizes written down, and compared to those of the other first year students, his were much smaller.
"There is something dreadfully wrong about that boy," she muttered summoning a quill and parchment. There was one person she could write that might be able to do something, especially with the young man in question starting Hogwarts this year.
Dear Minne,
I know it's been several years since we've spoken more than a few words to each other, but there was a young man today in my shop. A Mr. Harry Potter. He appeared malnourished and flinched when touched. He was buying a set of first year robes so he will be coming to Hogwarts. I do not know if I am overstepping my boundaries in sending you this letter, but I am concerned about the young man's welfare. Let me know if there are any developments, please.
Your friend,
Sapphire
Madame Malkin called one of the shops delivery owls.
"Take this to Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts please." The owl hooted as it flew into the night. She put the thoughts of Mr. Potter to the back of her mind until nearly a month later when one of the school owls landed on her front counter.
"Most likely a student needing robes repaired," she commented taking the letter from the owl.
Dear Sapphire,
thank you for your concern about Mr. Potter. I can not tell you much other than that he is now safe and your letter was responsible in letting us know ahead of time there was a problem. I know we haven't spoken in awhile, but I thought it might be nice to have tea some time and catch up? Let me know if you are interested.
Yours,
Minnie.
Madame Malkin sighed in relief. The young man was safe. That was all that really mattered, well that the fact Minnie wanted to have tea with her. She smiled wondering if she should make a new dress for the occasion, or if she was reading too much into things. She certainly hoped not. Her and Minnie had made a good pair before the war and she was very interested in picking up where things had left off.