Chapter Seven

Harry made his way through the crowds of Diagon Alley, his disguise in place. The only reason you would get who he was was if you have already met him and you knew every detail of him. From the very smell of him to his height and weight, however if you hadn't seen him since Hogwarts and the growth spurt he had just gone through, he wouldn't be recognized. Too much had changed. He had separated with Remus and Tonks, they were to meet up at the Infiniti Dealer shop, and he had given directions to the couple, before they went "shopping".

He wasn't taking a chance of running into anyone he might know today. Checking for his wand again in his back pocket he stepped into Madame Belch's bookstore. He knew everyone who was practicing to be an Auror in the future went to this bookstore. As he stepped in a bell went off and the lady he assumed was the owner of the store, walked towards him with a smile. "Can I help you son?"She asked him

He thought about telling her no for a second then thought he might move faster and get everything done on time if he got help. " Yes, I am looking for books on Self Defense and various potions," he answered and showed her the list of books he had found at the back of the Marauder's map written in invisible ink. As she read on the list he saw her smile was becoming smaller and small until it was at last gone.

"Who are you?"Her voice was low and gravelly as though she was afraid of him. Her face had turned ashen and her lower lip was trembling.

"Ma'am, could I just get the books? My identity isn't important," he told her in a persuasive voice.

"I will not sell you these books if you are going to give them to You-Know-Who so he can take over our community, "she answered fear still written all over her face but she was standing up for what she believed.

"I am not on Voldemort's side," Harry said quietly. She flinched physically at the mention of the name of the darkest wizard of their age. He dropped the black cloak back from his face and his emerald green eyes connected with her gray ones and she almost collapsed with relief. He smiled and drew a chair that was close by and let her sit down. His hope was that she was relieved because she thought he was just a Hogwarts student.

"I'll go look for the books and whatever I can't find I'll call," he said with a reassuring smile. He turned, about to go and get his material, when he felt her hand on his.

"Wait," she said looking at him with a studious look. She looked behind the counter towards a barely noticeable door, "Ferny! We need you upfront!"She called out.

A girl who looked around the age of fifteen walked out and made her way toward them. When she realized who Harry was her step faltered for a second, then she stepped with more purpose a blush covering her pink cheeks.

"Hello," she said a wide smile on her face. He realized who she was quickly, a Hufflepuff from Hogwarts. He wondered if she was going to go back to Hogwarts once school began. He kept the question to himself however; it was after all none of his business.

"Hi," Harry answered with an easy smile. She looked as though she had just won the Lottery when she saw his smile.

"We need you to help Mr. Potter with his books," she said with a kind smile. Shock and suspicion made the hairs on the back of Harry's head when she said his name. He was about to ask her how she knew who he was, when the girl, Ferny, interrupted.

"What are you looking for?" she asked him coming all close and into his personal space.

"Here," he said thrusting the paper in her hand and stepping back from her. For some reason a picture of Hermione showed up in his picture. He soon realized why, she wore the same perfume as Hermione's, and she had the same hair color but her hair was straight.

She took him all around the store picking out the books he had on the list. Forty-five minutes later he was done picking out the books on the list and he was ready to buy. The lady's knowledge of who he was still nagging at the back of his mind. .com/photos/24218090N03/2573677122/

The lady he had been talking to before was behind the counter again. She smiled as he moved toward her. He put the books on the counter and waited until she was done charging the books. 100.00gls (Galleons.) He took his muggle wallet out and paid her.

"I have been waiting for the day you'd come to my store. Your mother left me something to give to you…" She said pulling out a box that looked a whole like a jewelry box. "Her mother was my best friend growing up," she said pulling out a photo album. "I also happen to be a seer and I was shown twenty-three years ago of your coming, but it wasn't very clear. It wasn't "as she spoke she pointed out different pictures to Harry of her and a woman who looked a lot like the lady who he had seen in the Mirror of Erised in his first year as his grandmother. Beside her half of the time was his grandfather, and in some Dumbledore was right behind them looking on with his twinkling eyes. The eyes Harry had seen with no life or even a twinkle to show he had been alive moments before.

"Good luck to you Mr. Potter and what's coming in front of you. Take care of that girl of yours, I saw her a few days ago in this bookstore. Keep your faith. Remember… you are the only on with the power to change the future. When it comes you must embrace it and have it as your second skin. All hope rests on you and your other half. She said and smiled cryptically. Honestly Harry a little freaked out and with the way his life had gone in the almost seventeen years of his life, nothing should freak him out anymore. He said his thanks and walked towards the door a little disoriented.

"Oh, and Harry?!), she called out. He stopped and back to look at her, "After the war is finished I would like to get more acquainted with you. You are the only connection to the Potters I have left," she said a smile lingering on her mouth.

He nodded and was about to leave when a question came to his mind, "Will I win the war?"

"It's not determined yet. It depends on which path you take. You practically have two choices and I advise you to follow your heart more than anything. It's high time you get something of your own. Listen to what the prophecy is saying, make your choices wisely. You are our only hope. If you need to contact me you know where I am."

Nodding once again Harry left the store feeling lighter that when he had come to the store yet feeling heavier as the weight of the world was practically resting on his shoulders.

He paid his bill and left the store after giving the address to where his things should be delivered.

Harry met up with Tonks and Remus and they went to the Muggle part of London. The Dealer was the first on their list, so they made their way through the busy summer streets. He got inside the dealer and the very first car that stood out to him was a Navy blue Infiniti. It looked like it would blend very well with the duties he would perform in the next coming year or so. This new person he was becoming was just the right personality for this new car. He walked towards it and ran his hand over the exterior and he felt a tingle of electric excitement travel up his bloodstream, just like when he found his wand. This was his car. This was the one. All that was left was to buy it and accessorize it with magic like Sirius' motorcycle.

"I think I got it," he said to Remus. Tonks was a few feet away examining a silver Chevrolet. Remus had a huge smile on his face that suggested he approved.

"You are so much like Sirius," Remus said, and twisted his face as though he had said something wrong. Harry knew Remus thought he still couldn't talk about Sirius so he just ignored Remus' expression. He was too high from the shiny car in front of him.

"Why's that?"

"Making rush decisions on things because of how they look," he sounded a little accusatory but the smile on his face was saying something else.

"Can I help?" a man asked behind Harry and Remus. He was short, bald, and round with a beer bellied.

"I would like to buy this car," Harry said with a smile.

"No offense but, I doubt you can afford that car," Mr. Belly said.

Harry chose ignore his too similar to Dursely figure and attitude, "I would like to pay cash if you don't mind."

Harry never thought he would see a man's jaw drop as far as the man in front of him did.

An hour later had his car and Remus was driving them to lunch. Remus had told him he would start giving him lessons in when they arrived at Privet Drive, of course with Vernon's car. He won't know it because they are charming it to being invisible.

They saw a little café that looked popular enough to make them blend with everyone else. They got out of Harry's new car and they made their way to the café door.

"Tonks, if we're going to blend in you have to change your hair," Harry said smiling at her.

"Oops," she said, walked behind Remus and when she appeared again she looked a little like Harry's older sister.

"A little freaky, but it will work out." Harry commented.

Tonks just smiled in response. They walked into the café and music filled their ears. It wasn't shrieking like in clubs but enough to have people conversing loud enough to not pay much attention to other people.

"What are you ordering?" a waitress came to their table and asked. She was probably around the same age as Harry himself. Everything that was an asset of hers was almost falling out of her clothes. Harry shook his head. Hermione would never do such a thing.

He ordered a sandwich and a soda, Remus ordered the same and Tonks ordered fries and a sprite.

"I'll be back," Harry said nodding towards the bathroom. He checked to see if his wand was still in his pocket. It was so he made his way towards the bathroom. He noted two people sitting close to each other in a booth and one of them looked a whole lot like Hermione. He stepped closer to their booth curiosity taking the best of him.

It was Hermione; she was sitting across from some guy who looked like he had just stepped out of a Muggle movie. He was smiling and laughing at something she said a lot. They looked too intimate, like they had known each other for a while, and Harry was willing to bet that was the case. The guy reached his hand out and let it trace over her face, and into her air, slightly tugging as Harry usually did. Her hair was different he noted. It was straight and reach. Jealousy slammed into his gut as he saw her looking up at him with seriousness in her face, like she wanted to tell him she loved him. Harry couldn't understand why he was feeling what he was or why he was rushing to conclusions but he was and he turned and walked out of the café, passing by Remus and Tonks without a word.

Remus looked at where Harry was coming from and let out a foul curse and proceeded to follow Harry out…

Sorry u guys it's been a while. I have too much hw, so I post whenever I can. Here's chapter 7, sorry to keep u waiting…. Who is the guy? Why is Hermione with him and all those good questions…Sorry it was vague at the end I'm running late for class, excuse the grammatical errors.. don't have time to check… Thanks for reading and to those of you who reviewed.