AN- I am so happy that my Map got such a great reception.
Now the map. I am working on the theory that it works similar to Tom Riddles Diary. However it uses a magical signature rather than the soul. The map is connected to each of the men in this way. It knows in itself that Prongs is dead. As it has retained James' consciousness so knows about James, Lily and Harry. They only know what their real life counterparts know although the real life men don't have the same connection to the map. This means Prongs and Padfoot don't know what Wormtail think for example. Also Remus wont know what Moony tells Harry Via the Map. I hope this makes sense.
Thanks for wonderful reviews, follows and favourites.
Now. On to your regularly scheduled Fanfiction.
Chapter 23
"Okay remember we're meeting the Woods outside Flourish and Blotts at Midday." Mrs Weasley told the group.
"Alright Mum." Ron nodded and the four nearly second years headed into the Robe shop. Draco wanted a new set of winter robes. Then they went to get parchment and quills.
"You should just get the mile." Harry suggested to Hermione as she was looking through the parchment.
"Yeah- but I only budgeted fifteen sickles for parchment."
"I'll give you the extra three." Harry shrugged and pulled a half mile from the shelf.
Hermione shook her head but agreed. "Hey can I speak to your mind healer when we get to school?"
"Oh har, har." Harry mocked her back as he went to stand by Draco and the quill boxes. Harry brought a set of thin quills and a new quilling knife (A gold one with a ruby on the handle).
"You should get the matching quill pot." Draco suggested.
"I don't know." Harry looked down at the price on it.
"Stop spoiling us and spoil yourself for a change." Hermione butted in.
"Yeah; alright." Harry picked them up and carried his items to the counter. "Could I have the knife; inkpot and the box engraved?"
The man nodded when Harry placed the money down. "Name?"
"Harry." The man looked at him. "Just Harry." The man shrugged and began to carve.
"Thanks." Harry placed his things in his bottomless bag and waited outside with Hermione. Draco couldn't decide on what he wanted and Ron was just being slow.
Harry brought two sets of Advanced Potion ingredients and some new equipment for his potion classes. Some of his had ended in tragedy. Both He and Draco got a new set of Dragon Hide gloves; then Hermione brought a new astronomy map.
"Right where now?" Hermione asked as they left the shop.
"I need to go to Olivanders." Ron told them. "My mom gave me some money for a new wand for getting top marks."
"That's great; I wanted a wand holster." Harry told them. "I need to stop putting my wand in my back pocket." He wasn't keen on the idea of losing a butt cheek.
"Right; Olivanders it is."
They crossed the Ally to the wand shop and squeezed into the small place.
"Ah Mr Potter, Miss Granger; Hello again. Now I've never seen you two."
"No sir; I favour a Veela hair wand." Draco told the man.
"Very temperamental wand young man; but if it works for you." Olivander shook his head and turned to Ron. "No what about you?"
"I'm here for a wand."
"Wonderful, Wonderful Mr…."
"Oh Weasley."
"Mr Weasley what is that wand you are holding."
"My brother's old wand. I've been using it…"
Olivander shook his head. "No, no you are right that definitely won't do Mr Weasley; that will not do." He began wondering around the shop. "What have we got for you?"
He tried him on lots of wands determine that unicorn hair was Rons best match. It was taking a while.
He went to the back and brought out a case of wands. "Mr Weasley are you aware Unicorn hair costs ten galleons; but wands cost seven do you know why?"
"Umm no."
"Each strand is carefully picked and trimmed to fit it into the wand."
"Sir what-"
"One moment. Now there are other ways to put unicorn hair into a wand." He picked five from the case. "In these each hair is curled to fit more into the wand."
"Okay?"
"These are experimental wands. They may be more powerful or even less. I've done a few with dragon heart string but they haven't worked yet."
"That's amazing Mr Olivander." Harry commented.
"Thank you Mr Potter. Now young man. Test them and see if you can find one that works best for you."
Ron shrugged and moved down the line testing the wands. "What about this one?"
"Willow. Twelve inches of it. It fits you very well Mr Weasley. A perfect match."
"Thank you Mr Olivander."
"It was no trouble. Was that all?"
"No. I was here for a holster and a secondary wand." Harry explained.
"I see. Wand holsters are up on the wall there. I'll find the Phoenix feather wands."
Harry picked two holsters and placed them on the counter.
"Secondary wand. Harry are you planning on being in a battle or something?" Draco asked.
"No but that situation with Tom last year kind of freaked me out."
"Ah right. I might ask mother for my grandfather's wand?" Draco thought aloud.
"Now Mr Potter. Holly and Phoenix feather. Yes, the best match would be an Ivy Wand or an Oak one." Olivander handed him a wand that was well grained.
"No, No." He took the wand back. "Try the Ivy one." Harry waved the wand. "There, a near perfect match. You'll get fair results with that wand." This wand was very pale compared to Harrys dark Holly wand.
"It's only really for emergency's. Want one Hermione?"
"Don't."
"It's either a wand or I'll give you another hundred galleons for books."
"Fine you can get me a wand." She stomped her foot playfully. Harrys obsessive buying was very, very strange.
"Hey what about me?" Draco joked.
"You already got a birthday present and you don't even go here." Harry bobbed his tongue out at the blond. Both boys laughed as Hermione called them children.
Once they finally got out of the shop they went straight for the book shop. Ron and Hermione agreed that they needed to get Harry away from the shops as quickly as possible.
They found Oliver and his parents outside the broom shop.
"Oh hey Harry." Oliver hugged Harrys shoulders for a second. "Nimbus Two Thousand and One."
"Nice… Hey guys give me a minuet."
"Harry you have a broom?" Eleanor asked.
"Yeah I know but this one is better."
"Mom I told you he has a shopping problem." Oliver explained. "What are you going to do with your other one?"
"Never thought about that? Want it Draco."
"Umm no my father brought me one of those so I would leave him alone." Draco pointed to the dark broom in the window.
"Oh umm… Okay. I'll just give it to Ginny."
"Ginny hates Quidditch." Ron said; Harry just shrugged into the shop hiding his smile.
Harry came out with his new broom. "Harry she's a first year." Hermione told him.
"She can use it at home." He shrugged. "I mean look at how nice it is." Harry rubbed the handle of his new broom.
"Mrs Wood I think we need to get him out of here."
"Please Hermione I haven't even made a dent in my funds yet."
"I think the girls right Harry." Eleanor told him; she was as confused as everyone else with his problem. "We need to meet your friends' parents now anyway."
When they got into the book shop Harry hid from view as much as possible. He needed to avoid Lockhart.
"Harry are you okay?" Ron asked; the others were filtering off through the crowd.
"I want to get out of here Ron." He wanted to avoid Lockhart like the Plague. "Here." Harry handed him a pile of galleons. "Buy our books please. I'll be outside."
"Alright. I've got them." Ron came out with all the books Harry just dumped them into his bag. "Are you okay now?"
"Yeah it's just the crowd at the trial; it freaked me out a bit."
"Hey there's ice cream over there. My treat this time."
"Alright Ron." Harry grinned as they ate their ice creams; waiting for the rest of their families to come out.
"Hey guys." Ginny came to sit on the bench by them.
"Bit of a zoo in there." Harry commented.
"Yeah." She agreed.
"Want an ice cream Gin?" Ron held out a Knut. She nodded and came back with a bright orange ice cream.
"Pumpkin."
"Sugared Pumpkin." She told him.
"Ahh. Ginny do you like to play Quidditch?"
"They don't let me join them." She shrugged.
"What would you say to a free- slightly used Nimbus Two Thousand?"
"What's the catch?"
"There isn't one."
"I don't believe you then."
"Please?"
"No; I'm not going to just take a broom." She licked the cone of her ice cream.
"Look." Harry held up his new broom. "Nimbus two thousand and one. I don't have a use for my old one anymore. I want someone to get use out of it."
Ginny shook her head.
"You could think of it as a late birthday present?"
She thought for a moment; she noticed Ron nodding. "Yeah okay. Birthday present."
"Great." Ginny was head strong and not as much a push over as Ron and the twins.
AN- Hope you liked it. Nine more reviews till I hit two hundred. I love you guys. ~Tia
