In Diagon alley, Harry and Ron went along to the bookstore first. They purchased one of every book on the dark arts and horcruxes. There just had to be something there that they could use against Voldermort. They weren't far off in their suspicion of being searched for. The whole place was practically swarming with Order members and Aurors. After the bookstore they went into the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes store. Those two may not have finished school, but they sure came up with some great stuff. It was made to be jokes, but really worked great in battle or elsewhere. Next came the apothecary and potion supply store. There were plenty of potions to be made for use in and after battle. Plus a little nerve relaxing and dreamless sleep potion worked wonders. The alley was bliss after trying to be inconspicuous in Diagon alley. There people were all trying to hide from each other and the only Order member they seen was Dung and he was trying to sell some shady things again. Shaking his head, Ron just walked on by. Harry however stopped in his tracks. He had an idea. Waving Ron to come back, Harry whispered his plan into his ear. Nodding, the two of them approached the shady business dealings. "Get lost," said Ron, pointing his wand at the potential buyer. "We have a business proposition for you." Grabbing Mundungus by the collar, they dragged them into the nearest bar. Taking a seat in a deserted corner, Harry leaned forward and began to speak.
"We need someone to take care of some things for us. We're looking for anything from the Founders of Hogwarts. Also anything about horcruxes. Can you do that for say, 30 Galleons each item you bring to us? Don't worry; we'll pay the cost of the item too."
"Give me one reason why I should."
"Because otherwise you'll be finding yourself on the end of so many hexes that the only way anyone will be able to recognize you is by the tag we'll stick on your toe. Besides, it's not like it's any different from what you're doing now."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't turn you into Dumbledore and the Order," said Mundungus, visibly shaking and edging towards the side of his seat.
"Because Dumbledore is dead you idiot. A fact you would have known if you hadn't been out pilfering stolen cauldrons!" yelled Harry, standing up and grabbing the man. "Maybe if you had been there and done something instead of only caring about your own arse they wouldn't all be dead. You've been away so long you missed his death, the battle, and anything else that has taken place. I ought to skin you alive and give you to Voldermort you pathetic excuse for a low-life bastard. Or better yet, maybe his killer, Snape. Then he can use you in a bloody potion!"
By now, Dung was quite ready to wet himself and Ron had stood up to place a calming hand on Harry. Shaking him violently, Harry dropped him down on the table and threw some galleons on the table to cover their tab. He left the pub and the door shattered behind him as it slammed shut. "Remember, anything from the founders. If you even think it might be useful, let us know." Dropping a business card at the quivering man's feet, Ron followed Harry out and down the street. "So mate, where to now?" asked Ron, trying to lighten the mood.
"Borgin's and then the Post. I think I want to send a letter."
"Sure, no problem. To whom?"
"Ginny."