It didn't matter, really. Voldemort would find him sooner or later,
thought Harry grudgingly.
He looked at his two friends frantically trying to find something Muggle-like to wear.
They were undercover for the time being, though a scar was hard to hide. The three were looking for a good hat, thinking that it might conceal it.
"Ron, honestly, when was the last time you saw a Muggle wearing a knit hat in the middle of August?"
"Well, I thought it looked like those wooly bladders you knitted for the elves, actually."
Harry smiled. Only his friends could fight at a time like this.
Even when they're dating, they fight.
Dating...Ginny, Harry thought, cringing at his last memory of her.
When he had to leave her.
He wondered if she still thought well of him. He wondered this often, especially the way her hair smelled.
He smiled as Hermione rampaged out of the Muggle store, soon followed by a faithful Ron.
Reluctantly, he got up and followed.
He wondered where Neville was, and how he had burdened him with this.
"Uh, sir? Are you going to pay for that?" asked the cute saleslady.
She was pointing the damage Hermione caused, which now made the rack
of hats look like it was hit by a tornado.
He sighed, and pointed to the window, saying, "LOOK!"
Her gullible face turned, giving Harry enough time to fix it and get out before she noticed.
Sigh, the Muggle world was so blind-sighted to what was really going on, and it was boring him.
Harry stepped out of the shop and into the sun, something he hadn't done while enjoying himself for a long time, and saw Ron and Hermione holing hands. Ron crunched down to kiss the tip of Hermione's nose.
Harry sighed, Ginny, one day I swear, I'll make it up to you.