Ch 3 Sorry for the long wait! my computer didnt save anyhting so i've had to rewrite everything i had quite a few chapters done so now im rewriting everything, im sorry for the long wait! without further ado... "there's always a little truth Behind every "just kidding" A little knowledge behind every "i don't know" A little emotion behind every "I don't care" and a little pain behind every "its okay." " Previously - He messed up and he knew it. - The shop keeper looked at the kid that was buying stuff from him in different forms but still had the same smell about im that tickled at his mind but for the life of him he couldn't remember who the scent belonged to. so instead he focused on the young man who most likely was the same person and said, "well , i'll be darned, i could have sworn he looked just like ya. Well thats okay, so what can i get for you?" he thought if this guy buys the same things as the other him well i'll know it was him and confront him. Harry listed off a list of supplies he needed and some more things to it as to not raise suspension about having the exact same things as his "twin." when he gathered all his stuff with 25 different names and 50 different disguises, he was finally finished with everything he needed but now he had a dilemma he need somewhere ot practice he finally decided to go to a real estate agency he saw on his trips through the alley... Entering harry looked around the nice small waiting area, he went up to the front with his most clam manner he could and requested to see a real estate manager so he could buy a home. the nice looking lady behind the desk said "you will have to wait for an available manager." she said with a nice smiled at the polite young man, that's when she noticed his scar and gapped while he wasn't looking and looked he files while contemplating about why he would need a house, he should only be 15, to young to be alone all the time. then she remembered what he cousin said about him (Neville Longbottom) about how he hated touch in the beginning of the year every year, how he wrote like 10 drafts for his home work and how each had less information and less of him in it made her supsious. she frowned and hit a button that told her cousin he could come over. he told her about D.A. and what they used and she decided to make something similar so he could come over and she would not be super busy. Neville I felt a charm burned on his arm and looked up from his homework with a smile and ran up the stairs to change out of his house clothes and changed into nice, yet clam neat clothes and went by his Grandmothers work room and told her stiffly that he would be back later. he put his emergency trunk in his bag just in case anything unexpected happened. Then he went through the Floo.