A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets

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Another Trip to Diagon Alley

James was right when he said the kids wouldn't question them after giving them a vague news on Peter Petegrew. At least he was right about most of the kids as Fred and George kept pressing on for more information—which ended when Molly threatened to ground them and have them stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of the Summer if they keep investigating.

They had to leave Egypt nine days before the semester started so James could make it to Hogwarts in time for teacher's preparation week. It was a shame to Harry and the rest of the Weasley children to leave Bill, but the oldest Weasley gave them something to look forward too next summer as he promised to try and get some time off so he can visit them for a change.

Arthur even made a deal with Bill that if he does manage to pull that off, he'll use the remaining winnings they had left to get tickets to the next Quidditch World Cup that same summer for everyone—including Hermione Neville and the second oldest Weasley Child Charlie if possible.

Now the Weasleys and Potters were back in London after taking a rather hard Portkey travel back to England. James didn't stay long however for the weekly preparation before the semester started (as James wasn't among the professors watching over the train), so Harry was stuck with the Weasleys for the remainder of the vacation, naturally, at the Leaky Cauldron where they will be staying at the upper levels that acts as a hotel for wizards and witches needing a place to stay in London.

Everyone had their own rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, except for the twins—who insisted of staying in the same rooms (Harry Ron and Ginny made a bet it was so the two of them can plot a prank on Percy)—and of course Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

After they returned to England Harry and Ron send two owls to see when Hermione and Neville were available so they can go shopping together. Fortunately they were available second to the last day of the holidays before having to go to Hogwarts.

Harry got up that morning and met up with the Weasleys for breakfast. The plan was to meet with the Neville, Neville's grandmother, and Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron. What he didn't expect was to find them already down in the Pub area of the Leaky Cauldron when he got there.

"Harry!" Neville yelled as he and Hermione sat with an elderly woman at one of the tables, eating breakfast.

Harry rushed over and greeted his friends.

"How are you doing, Harry?" Mrs. Longbottom asked.

"Great, Mrs. Longbottom, thanks for asking," Harry said.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.

"I think he's still asleep upstairs," Harry said. "He's not use to having a room where he doesn't have to wake to his brothers and sister roaming around the halls. None of the Weasleys are."

"I can believe that," Neville said getting a look from Hermione. "What? It's true. The Burrow isn't exactly a quiet place—even in wizarding standards."

"It's true," Harry said. "Throughout our stay in Egypt, Bill kept saying how he almost forgot what it's like to live with so many people in one place."

"I still can't believe you went with Ron and his family to Egypt," Hermione said.

"Believe it Hermione," Ron said walking up to them and taking a seat before adding sarcastically to Harry. "Nice of you not to wake me up, Harry."

"Sorry," Harry responded.

"Hello Ron," Mrs. Longbottom greeted. "Where are your parents?"

"They should be down here soon," Ron said. "Percy, Fred and George already got their stuff after we return so they're just shopping for Ginny and me."

Harry remembered that. Percy didn't want to wait to go school supply shopping, and Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let Fred and George shop around Diagon Alley unless it included school supplies, so they got their school supplies as well as a few practical joke stuff Fred and George found.

Ginny, Molly, and Arthur showed up. And they headed to Gringotts for Neville to get his money and Hermione to have her's transfers. Harry at the lobby since his dad already got him enough coins to get him through two semesters.

Once they were done there, everyone went their separate ways for supply shopping, starting at Flurish and Blotts for their books, agreeing to meet up at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get fitted into some new (or second-hand) robes since Harry and Ron had out grown their old robes by a couple of inches—which for Ron was saying something since the robes he inherit from his brother Bill came up short on him when he first got them.

Normally the bookshop window had the display of gold embossed spellbooks the size of paving slabs. But today they had a large iron cage behind the glass that held about a hundred copies of Monster Books of Monsters.

When they entered, the manager came hurrying toward them.

"Hogwarts?" he said abruptly. "Come to get your new books?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "We need four Monster books of Monster…"

"Actually we only need three," Harry said.

The manager looked like he was about to cry as he headed to the cage.

"Aren't you still taking Care of Magical Creatures?" Neville asked.

"I am," Harry said. "But Hagrid send me a copy for my birthday."

"Don't remind me," Ron said. "It took us forever to catch that thing."

"Uncle Moony also send me a copy of the book listed for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Harry said.

The manager came back with three Monsters Books of Monsters looking like he was in a fight with a werewolf with his clothes shredded and handed them their three books. He also was happy to get them the rest of their supplies that were less lethal and got them a good deal on something to bind the monster books of monsters.

"I still can't believe you're taking three classes," Ron said to Hermione who got her books for Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Ruins. "Most Ravenclaws don't even take that many classes."

"Just be glad Harry talked her into taking three classes instead of all five," Neville said. "We might never see her this semester."

"Ha-ha, very funny," Hermione said.

"Seriously, Hermione, you're best off not taking all five extra courses," Harry said. "They organize those classes based off the free time each house would have without those courses which is why they normally recommend to take two. Just taking three would be a tight squeeze. But four or five—forget it."

"I get it!" Hermione said. "I'm better off with the three I agree to take."

They pass by the store that normally sells Quidditch Supplies only to find a large crowd there. Naturally, being fans of the magical sport, Harry and Ron headed over to check it out.

They manage to squeeze through and got a glimpse of what everyone was looking at. There was a newly erected podium, on which was mounted the most magnificent brook Ron and Harry had ever seen in their lives.

"Just come out—prototype—" a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.

"It's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?" squeaked a young boy who was swinging off his father's arm.

"Irish International Side's just put in an order for seven of these beauties!" the proprietor of the shop told the crowd. "And they're favorites for the world.

However, Harry and Ron didn't need to be told as they even know what everyone was talking about. Growing up with the magical sport of Quidditch Ron and Harry had often tried to keep up with the latest production of racing brooms. But that didn't stop them from reading the sign next to the broom:

THE FIREBOLT

This state-of-the-art racing broom sports a streamline, superfine handle of ash, treated with a diamond hard polish and hand-numbered with its own registration number. Each individually selected birch twig in the broomtail has been honed to aerodynamic perfection, gibing the Firebolt unsurpassable balance and pinpoint precision. The Firebolt has a acceleration of 150 miles an hour in ten seconds and incorporates an unbreakable Braking Charm. Price on request.

"What's the chance your dad ordering these for Hogwarts like he did with the Nimbus Two Thousands?" Ron asked.

During their first year of Hogwarts, Harry's dad bought the school twenty-eight brand new Nimbus Two Thousands to be used as school brooms by every house so that Harry as well as any first year that are approved to join their house team with a proper broom

"Unlikely. Twenty-eight firebolts probably will cost ten times more than the Nimbus Two Thousands," Harry said.

"Then how about just seven new Firebolts for Gryffindor team," Ron suggested.

"Not likely," Harry argued. "Besides I don't think dad would even buy me a firebolt as long as my Nimbus 2000s is still in good shape."

"Come on you two!" Hermione showed up to drag Harry and Ron from the Quidditch store so they could replenish their potion suples at the Apothecary.

"Not including the money I have for new robes, I think I have enough coins to finally get myself an owl or a cat," Hermione said.

"You're finally getting yourself a school approved pet?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. Out of the four of them, Ron and Hermione were the only ones with no pets to take to Hogwarts, as Neville had his toad Trevor and Harry had his owl Hedwig.

"Same here," Ron said. "Just an owl I mean. I'm not really a fan of cats. I saved some coins from the trip to finally get one so I don't have to depend on Erol to deliver my letters."

"And your parents are okay with that?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged. "Mum wants me to save it for something more important, but dad convinced her that since it's my money I can spend it on an owl if I want. Besides I think Mum just wanted to be the one to buy me my own first owl when I become the next Weasley to be named prefect—or so she hopes."

Harry, Neville and Hermione didn't argue against it. It wasn't an unknown secret that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had put money inside incase Ron, Ginny become Prefects, or by miracle Fred or George Headboy/Headgirl so they can get either of them something new as a reward like they did for Bill Charlie and Percy.

They headed to the magical animal shop so that Hermione and Ron could get their pets. Hermione decided to see what kind of cats the shop had before checking the owls, but Ron went straight for the owls as it came to be obvious he was looking forward to having his own owl for once.

After a bit, Ron ended up getting this small gray owl—mostly because it seems attach to Ron from the moment it lay eyes on him and wouldn't stop hooting and disturbing the other owls until he did. It didn't help that an orange cat the Witch in charge of the shop called Crookshanks scared off all of the other owls away—but the little gray one. Needless to say, Ron wasn't too happy about it.

Harry and Neville had to bite their lips to keep themselves from laughing.

"Shut up!" Ron said.

"Hey, you wanted an owl," Harry said.

"Yeah, a full size owl, not this," Ron held up his cage. The new owl hooted excitedly. "Oh shut up."

Hermione finally showed up carrying an enormous ginger cat in her arms—which was clamped around it tightly.

"You bought that monster?" said Ron, his mouth hanging open.

"He's gorgeous isn't he?" said Hermione.

Neville and Harry kept their mouths shut. Neville's family never were much into cats—mostly because it's tradition for them to keep pet toads, and the only cat Harry was aware of his dad had was one that lived with them until Voldemort killed Harry's mother Lilly. But even they can tell the cat wasn't exactly gorgeous.

This cat's ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that it wasn't scaring off owls it was actually purring in Hermione's arms.

"Hermione! That thing scared off all of the owls, leaving me with this!" Ron held up his new owl who hooted excitedly.

"He didn't mean too, did you Crookshanks?" said Hermione.

"Besides Ron, it looks to me that the cat did your new friend a favor," Harry joked.

"Shut up, Harry!" Ron responded.

They headed off to meet everyone else for their new robes. Of course the moment Ginny saw Ron's new owl, she fell in love with it.

"Oh, Ron, is that your new owl? He's cute!" Ginny said. "What's his name?"

"I haven't name him yet," Ron grumbled.

"How about we call him Pigwidgeon," Ginny said. "Pig for short."

Ron's new owl hooted excitedly as he loved the name as it flutter around in it's cage.

Harry and Neville were now struggling not to laugh. Even Hermione had to clamp her mouth to keep herself from giggling. It wasn't anything against the name Ginny suggested, but rather of how it seem to go well with Ron's new owl.

"Okay, fine! He's called Pig," Ron said. "Can we go get our robes now?"

"Hold on, I want to show mum and dad your new owl!" Ginny headed to get Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Molly Weasley fell in love with Pig too, until Ron had to leave his owl in her hands while he was fitted into his robes and Pig annoyed her with his constant hooting. Arthur was just glad that Ron saved up his vacation money to get a pet instead of begging them for one—which Mrs. Weasley had to admit was true.

Of course when Fred and George found out Ron they weren't too happy about it.

"How come Ron got a new owl?" Fred asked.

"Yeah! How come we can't have one when now Ron has one!" George complained.

"Ron has his own owl because he managed to save enough of his vacation money for one," Mrs. Weasley snapped. "If you two want an owl of your own, you'll save your money for one instead of spending it all on stuff for your pranks!"

Percy on other hand was glad that his youngest brother took the initiative to buy one for once. Which got on Ron's nerve as Percy made it sound like he never took the initiative to do something once in his life.

Dinner that night was enjoyable by far. Tom the innkeeper of the inn put four tables together in in the parlor where the seven Weasleys, Harry, Hermione Neville and Mrs. Longbottom ate their way through five courses.

"By the way, Harry," Neville said. "I never got a chance to thank you for the pocket sneakascope."

"So it got to you in one piece?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Grandma actually jumped with joy when she saw what you send me. She even made a joke: 'Maybe next time you can find trouble for Harry instead of trouble finding him.'"

Harry choked on his drink.

"Hey dad, how are we getting to King Cross tomorrow?" Fred asked. "We don't have the family car with us."

"The Ministry has that covered," said Mr. Weasley. "They're providing us a couple of cars as a favor."

"You boys better be packed," Mrs. Weasley said. "I will be checking to make sure you're packed."

They headed up after dinner to eat and get ready for tomorrow and go to bed. Except for Harry as Arthur pulled him aside.

"Harry listen, tomorrow on the train—there will be Dementors assigned to it to guard the students—"

"I'm guessing it has to do with Pettigrew?" Harry asked.

Arthur nodded. "As you know, Dementors don't always depict the difference between good and evil when it comes to those with horrible history, which is also why Dumbledore has assign professors on the train—to keep the students safe from the Dementors. Unfortunately, your father couldn't be one of them, but he wanted me to tell you that because of your history making yourself highly vulnerable to the Dementors, he thinks it might be best for you to stay near a teacher during the whole trip."

"Okay," Harry agreed.

"Your father doesn't think of you as a weak little child Harry, he just doesn't trust the Dementors being anywhere near you since you don't know any spells that works on them."

"I understand, Mr. Weasley," Harry said.

"Good," Mr. Weasley said. "Also, considering what happened to Ginny last year, I think Molly would appreciate it if you let her stay with you guys throughout the trip too. Just don't tell Ginny I request it."

"I understand, Mr. Weasley," Harry responded. "I'll suggest Ginny sitting with to her tomorrow that way if she agrees or not it be by her choice."

"Good boy," Arthur said. "Now off to bed. And Harry, please try to avoid trouble this year."

Harry nodded and headed up. He didn't need to be told twice. Harry had already figured that since Pettigrew was supposedly a death eater and supporter of Voldemort, it would mean Harry will be a more likely target of his.

A/N: To the readers who celebrate christmas tomorrow since I don't know if I will be able to update tomorrow "MERRY CHRISTMAS". To those who don't celebrate Christmas but does have a holiday coming up to celebrate: "HAPPY HOLIDAYS!"