'You a witch!'
'You a wizard!'
They said to each other at the same time.
'Oh Merlin'. They both said to each other at the same time.
Both of them were so glad that each other were magical and it only really settled in once they reached Harry's penthouse.
'So what's you full real name?' demanded Elizabeth, she was not angry and they both understood why they both did not share things about their personal lives that much this morning.
'Harry James Potter' replied Harry, she knew that he would know his name and hoped that it would not ruin the last 3 hours.
'I knew that I saw you from somewhere, don't worry I'm not going to be drooling all over your scar and bombard you with questions about Voldemort.' said Elizabeth, and indeed she wasn't looking at his scar, obviously she chose the fact that their was a lot more to the eye than the shell of Harry Potter.
'Your not afraid to say Voldemort's name?' said Harry surprised.
'Of course not! Fear of a name is just silly isn't it? Anyway I was brought up with it said around me so thought nothing of it but everyone flinched at school, I transferred to Hogwarts this year, after mum died I decided to come to London, Beauxbatons doesn't give a good education really, so I'm living on my own in a grungy apartment in South London, it's really rough but better than living at school.' said Elizabeth.
'South London that's ages away, why can't you live around here?' asked Harry.
'Because it's to expensive!' exclaimed Elizabeth.
'Well how about having lunch at The Ivy, my treat?' asked Harry.
'Harry are you asking me out?' giggled Elizabeth jokingly.
'Yes' and Harry walked to the elevator, leaving Elizabeth stunned.
They both exited the Leaky Cauldron and walked towards The Ivy which was around 20 minutes walk away, the journey took even longer of course with Harry stopping at every shop and buying something for his new home. Pictures, lamps, literature anything Harry saw and liked, he bought. For revenge Elizabeth forced Harry to get his ear pierced. After that they walked to The Ivy and over lunch discussed everything and anything about the wizarding world. It turned out that Elizabeth was in the same year as Harry.
'I hope you get into Gryffindor' said Harry.
'Me too, why do you hope that?' asked Elizabeth.
'Because then I can see you all the time' smiled Harry. Suddenly he was aware of what he said and hastily tried to take it back, or at least try to twist what he meant into something else. Elizabeth watched Harry mumbling and stuttering, she knew what he had meant. She had never got on this well with a boy, and she didn't like him for the fact he was Harry 'the boy who lived' Potter, but just Harry. Meanwhile Harry had stopped stuttering and concentrated on attempting to change his face colour back to normal, instead of cherry red.
Noticing the silence Elizabeth took the opportunity for her to lean over and kiss Harry on the lips, Harry caught by surprise opened his mouth to protest but when contact was made he did not want it to stop. It was a lot different than Cho, it was a lot better, better than that it was magical, sensational, Harry could not compare the feeling to anything.
They separated both smiling dreamily into each others eyes, they finished their lunch and walked back, hand in hand, talking to each other all the way home. As they came to the Leaky Cauldron, they had to separate, Harry to finish the days shopping and Elizabeth to finish work. They realized that although today was magical the next time that the next time that would probably see each other is at Hogwarts. To both of them it was to long, however what could they do about it?
As they separated Harry felt as though a place in his heart had gone to. This was absurd Harry thought, how could you be so close to someone after a single morning, I mean fair enough I'm not going to see her for ages but what can I do ask her to move in with me in my new place?
I should ask her to move in with me in my new place. Harry didn't have to think twice and spun around, Elizabeth was only a few metres away and within second Harry caught up with her in 2 second.
'Elizabeth. Move in with me.' said Harry quickly.
'What?' replied Elizabeth shocked.
'I know it sounds, fast I mean we've only known each other for like 4 hours, but as we separated then I swear on my magic I felt a piece of me tear away, stay with me you said yourself it takes ages to get to work, the neighbourhood is rough and you want somewhere closer to work. Go on. What do you say?'
Elizabeth looked at him shocked, however slowly it did start to fall together in her mind. Plus I did feel so lonely at the thought I wouldn't see him for another six weeks. A smile began to creep up on her face, why not she thought.
'When can I move in?' she smiled and so did Harry, Harry kissed her, after several long moments – or it might have been half an hour – or possibly several sunlit days, they separated.
'I really have to get back to work; I'll see you after work? Don't worry about my stuff at my old place, theirs nothing their anyway. Honest, see you soon.' said Elizabeth desperately
'Yes dear.' said Harry jokingly.
Elizabeth laughed at Harry and sped of into the crowd to work. Harry went through to the Leaky Cauldron, Tom was stood at the bar and gave him a smile, and Harry returned the smile and walked into through to the wall, tapped the brick with his wand and went through to Diagon Alley.
He went over to Gringotts where there was a machine unlike a normal cash withdrawal machine Harry had seen. Their was a scanner for your card were you had to place your card face down, then the machine would ask for the pin number which you wrote on a piece of parchment from the parchment dispenser and a quill in an inkpot. You then place this into a slit in the wall, after a few seconds the parchment would come back out and be burnt if it was correct or if incorrect a banishing charm would be emitted which sent you ten feet back. Then you told the machine how much you wanted, verbally. Harry did this process and withdrew 40'000 galleons in 100 galleon notes. The cash came and he placed it in his wallet.
Harry went over to Flourish and Blotts and asked for the manager. He told the manager that he needed some books that were more advanced than N.E.W.T Level, Harry passed over his list and the manager nodded. Harry told her that money was no issue, immediately the shop managers eyes lit up, it took them around an hour to find all the books that Harry needed, however Harry knew that although the amount of books in front of him would indeed help him become powerful he knew that he needed some more say harder to find books, ancient books. He told Sophie the manager this and suddenly Sophie knew that he was being serious when he told her that money was no issue.
Harry followed Sophie to the back of the room, they went through the door and into what looked like the employee lounge, she then unlocked a solid looking oak door and opened it for Harry. They went inside and Harry gasped, he knew that this room would have what he needed. The room was small, very small; the capacity of books indicated this as instead of shelves, books were on individual podiums. Sophie told him that this collection consisted of all the scriptures from the founders at Hogwarts and before. Part of collection was donated by the will and testimony of Hepzibah Smith, however individual books, rolls of parchment and even a single sheets had been donated over the years. The set consisted of five books from each founder of Hogwarts, All the single sheets made up a book called The Lost Magic by Godric, Helga, Salazar, and Rowena. A roll of parchment was written by Newt Scamander, this roll was over 60 inches long Harry was told, other rolls of parchment from famous wizards and unknown authors.
The reason for none of them being gone, Sophie told him was because people wanted entire sets and not single books. Harry told her that he would buy them all. Sophie nodded gravely sad that the collection had gone yet joyous that they would go to someone as a set. They took the additional books to a private till in the room and tilled them all up. The collection Harry had been shown was 25'600 galleons, the books that were from the front came to 7'632 galleons. It came to 33'232 galleons. Harry decided to pay by card, however he insisted that the amount got to 35'000 galleons for the help Sophie gave him and the good condition of all the old scriptures. Sophie nodded; Harry paid and realized he would have to return to his home right away to put the books in the library.
He did so and on his way to Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlour, which had been re-opened after Florean had been found, tortured but in a good condition on Azkaban Fortress after a raid by the ministry, Harry was side tracked. By the Quality Quidditch Supplies. In the window, was a broomstick, not just any broomstick according to the poster. Only two had been made, they had been flown and tested. They had come out, today! Harry read the poster;
Hot Stripe, Mark X, S-Type.
A entirely different perspective on brooms! Only two have ever been made, and they are this shop right now. Perfect condition and handles perfectly. The S-Type is aerodynamically built, shock proof, heat proof, even spell proof. Monthly automatic regeneration guarantees that the S-Type is never damaged permanently. It cannot be taken over by any known incantation. Neither can the broom be controlled by legilemency. The control of the broom is instantly linked to the first rider on the broom. Yes the broom has been tested however due to monthly regeneration is now ready for a new owner, it cannot be flown by anyone else as long as you the owner sit on the broom at the start of every month. Now, after you sit on it every month, if you need the broom it will be summoned to you and only you. Mild telepathy means that you do not need to steer, only to think, however manual can be initiated if need by yelling manual! Once on the broom you cannot fall of. No matter what!!!
Top Speed; 270 miles per hour.
Brake time; Instant (think stop)
Price; On request.
Harry went into the shop and told the person behind the counter to pack up those Hot Stripe, Mark X, S-Type.The person shocked went to get the manager who returned looking very stern.
'Now listen here, these brooms are for paying customers and…'
Harry opened his wallet and 40'000 galleons stared him in the face.
'Get this gentleman the brooms' muttered the manager. The moment the person had gone the manager started to apologize profusely. Harry told him that it was no harm. The brooms came and the manager personally sold them. Harry handed over 24'000 galleons to the man and took the brooms immediately to his room and put them under his bed.
Returning from his room, Harry asked Tom for a butterbeer. Tom retrieved the butterbeer and Harry handed over three sickles. Harry walked to Gringotts ATM and withdrew 50'000 galleons in 500 galleon notes and entered Knockturn Alley.
Harry entered Borgin and Burkes and walked over to the counter, he knew he would have to speak confidently or Borgin would not be so keen to sell.
'Borgin I would like to purchase every single book, piece of parchment and roll of parchment, and I mean all of them' added Harry sternly. Borgin looked into Harry's eyes and realized that this was no joke. He retrieved them all taking him seven minutes and placed them on the counter.
'What about Dark Arts books Mr. Potter?' drawled Borgin.
'I meant all of them!' muttered Harry in a dangerous voice.
'Even ancient, the darkest of dark arts, black magic?' asked Borgin curious to why Harry wanted everything he had. A single look told him yes, Borgin conjured a large basket, put the ones on the counter in and then walked around the entire room, reaching behind skulls, over the top of bottles, even inside other things were books and rolls of parchment, sometimes a folded up single sheet. After twenty minutes Borgin placed the basket on the counter.
'12'493 galleons Mr. Potter' muttered Borgin. Harry handed him 14'000 galleons in 500 galleon notes. Borgin glanced at Harry, a definite look of curiosity in his eye.
'To ensure that this stays private!' said Harry in a dangerously low voice.
Borgin nodded understandably and Harry exited, returning once again to his penthouse apartment. Harry found a good temporary place for the basket of books. Inside his wardrobe. Harry went down into the Leaky Cauldron, which had gotten steadier, busier in the last hour. Harry exited to go into Diagon Alley and entered with a group of people, as he walked across Diagon Alley he could hear roars of outrage from people at the Quality Quidditch Supplies after being informed that both brooms had been sold already to one person.