Diagon Alley was bustling on the day that Narcissa, Snape, Draco, and Tomas chose to go to it. Luckily with Narcissa's excellent shopping abilities it didn't take long until they had all that they needed.

Soon all that was left to buy were robes for both boys. For Tomas it was Hogwarts robes and for Draco a new set of dark green robes.

They headed to Madam Malkin's which was a small little shop run by a squat nice witch who Tomas rather liked.

Tomas's robes were finished first without much hassle and then it was Draco's turn. And of course Draco had to be a hassle as always to Madam Malkin.

"Tomas and I aren't children anymore Mother in case you haven't noticed," He complained as Madam Malkin fitted him into his robes. "We're perfectly capable of doing our shopping alone." Madam Malkin made a clucking noise as she placed a pin carefully in Draco's robes.

"Now, dear, your mother's quiet right," She said, "none of us are supposed to go wandering around on our own, anymore, it's nothing to do with being a child—" But Draco cut her off by giving a loud yelp and glaring at her.

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" He snapped. Madam Malkin sighed but said nothing.

"I'm nearly finished," She said. "Why don't you go see how they look?"

"Alright," Draco said. He strode over to the mirror and examined himself in it carefully.

Suddenly his light gray eyes narrowed though at something he saw in the mirror over his shoulder.

"If you're wondering what the smell is, Tomas," He said looking over at Tomas, "a Mudblood just walked in."

"I don't think there's any need for language like that!" Madame Malkin said coming out from behind a clothes rack with a tape measure and a wand. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either!" She added hastily. Tomas turned to look with everyone else at the door.

Three teenagers—two boys and a girl—who appeared to be his age standing there and both boys had their wands out pointing at Draco.

The first boy was tall and gangly with golden skin covered in freckles. His hair was a brilliant red and his eyes were a sky blue.

The second boy was tall as well as though not as much as his red haired companion. He had untidy black hair and emerald green eyes that seemed to flash as they glared at Draco through the lenses of their owner's glasses.

But Tomas's eyes were instantly drawn to the lightning bolt scar that adorned the boy's forehead.

The girl who was standing slightly behind them, whispered, "No, don't, honestly, it's not worth it…" She had bushy chestnut brown hair and warm brown eyes.

Tomas had no trouble recognizing them as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Draco talked about them all the time and never with kind words. He referred to them as "the Golden Trio" which were Dumbledore's troop of favorites.

"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," Draco sneered. "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."

"That's quite enough!" Madam Malkin said sharply looking at Narcissa and Snape who was standing behind the clothes rack with for support. "Madam—sir—please—"

Narcissa and Snape strode out from behind the clothes rack turning to look coldly at the trio. "Put those away," Narcissa said coldly to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son or his friend, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do."

"Really?" Harry said taking a step forward. "Going to get a few Death Eater pals to do us in, are you?" Tomas was surprised at the boy's actions. He was brave he'd give him that.

Madam Malkin however squeaked and clutched her heart at Harry's words. "Really, you should accuse—dangerous thing to say—wands away, please!" She said. But Harry didn't lover his wand and Narcissa unpleasantly.

"I see that being Dumbledore's favorite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter," She said, "but Dumbledore won't always be here to protect you."

Harry looked mockingly all around the shop. "Wow…look at that…he's not here now!" He said. "So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"

Tomas knew that the words struck Narcissa and Draco hard and he took a quick intake of breath.

Draco made an angry movement toward Harry, but stumbled over his overlong robe. Tomas rushed over to him and helped him up as Ron laughed loudly making Tomas glare at him.

"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Draco snarled.

"It's all right, Draco," Narcissa said restraining him by putting her hand on his shoulder. "I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius."

Tomas saw a mixture of pain and anger flash across Harry's face as he raised his want higher.

"Harry, no!" Hermione moaned grabbing his arm and attempting to push his wand down. "Think… You mustn't… You'll be in such trouble…"

Madam Malkin hesitated for a moment and then decided to act as if nothing was happening. She bent toward Draco, who was still glaring at Harry. "I think this left sleeve could come up a little bit more, dear, let me just—" She said.

"Ouch!" Draco bellowed, slapping her hand away. "Watch where you're putting your pins, woman! Mother—I don't think I want these anymore—" He pulled the robes over his head and threw them onto the floor at Madam Malkin's feet.

"You're right Draco," Narcissa said, with a contemptuous look at Hermione, "now that I know the kind of scum that shops here… We'll do better at Twilfitt and Tatting's."

"I agree," Snape said. "Let's get out of here before Potter hurts himself." Narcissa laughed and nodded.

They strode past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Draco taking care to bang as hard as he could into Ron on the way out.

When Ron turned around to punch Draco, Tomas quickly caught the blow and hit him harm in the stomach. "Don't attack when your opponent's back is turned," He sneered as Ron bent over clutching his stomach. "It's a cowardly thing to do really."

Snape's lips curled into a proud smirk as he laid his hand on Tomas's shoulder. "Come along Tomas," He said, "we mustn't keep Narcissa and Draco waiting."

"Right," Tomas nodded and followed his father out of the shop.

Sorry for hurting Ron! Please review!

Ja ne!

Redluna