Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!

Rejected Runespoor

Chapter 19

The pouch-less pocket now held two shrunken crates while his books were in the other robe pocket with the other pouch. And he was in Gladrags where Hagrid had just shown up.

"Oh, but I haven't got any of my clothes yet. I got my books first." Harry took them out of his robes and gave them to Hagrid. "I'll have my pocket full of clothes by the time I'm done." He grinned up at Hagrid. "Shall we go check out those underwear now?"

"Eh, ah, I think I'll go tuh th' Owl…Emporium. Get you a nice owl…"

Harry ambled past some displays, listening with half an ear to Hagrid. "Eagle owl please. Or a hawk or raven if you can find one." He picked up a pair of briefs and started to examine them.

"Righ'."

Slam!

Harry smirked at Hagrid's hasty exit and put down the briefs. "Can I get some help over here!"

He was so happy Gladrags did muggle clothes too for the more 'eccentric' wizards, Harry snorted as he exited. Anyway, at least they had the clothes he'd wanted. He'd just bought practically a wardrobe, shoes included and was only down seventeen galleons and five knuts. Though he still had robes to buy. He strolled down the road to Madam Malkins, ten shrunken bags hanging on each of his fingers. Sure he could have waited for Hagrid but he'd find him. Harry smiled nicely as he entered the store.

"Hello. Hogwarts?" Harry nodded and put down his bags next to a chair taking off the robe he was wearing.

"What should I get besides my school robes if I plan on having a…umm, active life in the wizarding world?"

The dressmaker thought as she came over to him wand in hand and fabrics for Hogwarts school robes over her arm.

"Hmm, well, travelling cloaks most definitely. I'd suggest dragonhide, durable, and demiguise, it's water proof, maybe a heavy velvet for chilly weather along with your winter cotton and fur robes." Harry made note internally as she fixed the fabric around him, pining up and cutting off. "As you're a first year I don't think you'll be needing dueling robes," she laughed lightly. "And then you'd have your every day wear polyester and cotton robes, you know that you'd wear for work or at home, the school's robes are cotton too as Hogwarts has a nippy climate,but aren't as simple withthe House charm and the style's more refined. Let's see what else? And oh! Oh if you're going to be a little man of the world you'll need dress robes." Her tinkling laugh annoyed him, she was acting as if he was some cuddly little kid, but Harry smiled back and played along letting her pin up four more robes on him.

"There! All done that'll be…"

"Hold on." Harry got down from the stool and made a diplomatic face. "I wasn't kidding before you know. Now quite seriously, I'll need four travelling cloaks. The same ones you suggested. Dragonhide, heavy velvet, Demiguise and the winter one."

"Oh. Umm, well," she looked flustered as the sudden business-like attitude. "The Dragonhide comes in red, dark green, black and dark blue."

"Black."

"We have a really nice forest green velvet. It'll match your eyes.' She cooed.

"Fine. Do you have the demiquise in dark blue?" Harry snapped.

"A sort of blue-black…yes." The woman looked slightly affronted.

"Good. I'll have that too and the winter coat…black please."

"The trim is white. And the Hogwarts list says silver fastenings." Madam Malkin said haughtily.

"That is fine. I'm sorry I had to be…sharp, with you but you weren't taking me seriously." Harry gave her a congenial smile. "If I want to be taken seriously I must act adult, see?"

The woman looked him over, gauging. "Okay. Anything else?"

Harry grinned. You should always keep the person who makes your clothes happy if you want to look good.

Sixteen robes and twenty-two galleons, six sickles and six knuts later, Harry was beginning to feel the weight of the shrunken packages a bit but luckily…

"'arry! I've been looking for you all over!" Hagrid hurried forward, swinging cage in hand with an irritated looking hawk inside. "I got this…though I don't think it was a good idea. The list says…"

"Oh thank God you're here. Open your pockets!" Harry waited for him to obey before he started shoveling shrunken bags from his pocket to Hagrid's.

"What th'…"

"Oh. Wow those were beginning to get heavy. Thanks. Now, the wardrobe's all done! And I still have…about thirty galleons left."

"Harry!" Hagrid looked appalled.

"Clothes are expensive…" Harry made a 'whipped-face' and hunched over.

"…'m sorreh' 'arry. Look, les go get yer school stuff 'kay?" Hagrid's face dropped at Harry's huddled figure. He'd been looking so happy finally and he'd had to go burst his bubble! "Come on, after we're done 'll take yeh for an ice cream."

By the time they were done Harry had about ten galleons left but he was set up for about two or three years in the wizarding world. When you played whipped you could get whatever you wanted with this guy! Harry almost shook his head in pity for the malleable Hagrid. Along with what the lists had said he was supposed to get, he'd also got two extra caldrons, one self-stirring goldcoated and a collapsible silver. That gold one had bit into his pouch for ten galleons alone but it was like a, personal win for Harry. God, when Dumbledore saw what he'd bought…Harry snickered. He got a full Potions kit, expensive crystal vials and extra silver scales included, a nifty gold-trimmed pocket telescope, along with the one he was supposed to buy for school and sort of splurged, what had he been doing all this time, on the school supplies.

"I'd say you've got just enough to get your wand from Ollivanders." Hagrid said relieved.

Harry had pulled back up his hood and strolled into the shop beside Hagrid, feeling quite good-natured. This was the place he was supposed to get his magic stick. The last thing he needed. And after this, they could finally leave. This place was giving him more creeps than Knockturn Alley had.

"Good afternoon." Harry jumped against his want at a soft voice that seemed to surround him before spotting an old man with wide, pale eyes that seems to shine like moons.

"Good afternoon." Harry replied.

"Here for your wand I suppose." The man came forward slowly, peering into his hood. "Harry Potter." He wasn't asking. "You have your mother's eyes. Ten and a quarter inches, long, swishy, made a willow. A charm work wand."

"Yes. Sir." Harry swallowed. Never mind he didn't know what the man was talking about.

"Your father, eleven inches. A mahogany wand, pliable. More power and excellent for transfiguration."

"Uh…huh." Harry said with a slow nod. Then he froze as spindly old hands came forward and lowered his hood.

"Ah, and that's where it happened." He was looking at Harry's forehead. " Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Very powerful wand. In the wrong hands…well anyway. Wand arm." He snapped suddenly business-like. Harry held out his right arm automatically and looked on in confusion as Ollivander's tape measure, measured things he wasn't sure were needed for a wand while Ollivander moved around the shop pulling out boxes. Hagrid was left looking on, in confusion, in the background.

For the next half-hour it was 'Try this!' 'No? Maybe this one.' ''This next then.' as Harry tried out wand after wand. Finally,

"An unusual combination…holly and phoenix feather. Eleven inches. Nice and supple. Give it a wave." And he held out the wand to Harry.

As soon as he touched it warmth flowed through him and Harry waved it across the room leaving a trail of gold and silver sparks in its wake.

"Well. That's it then…" Ollivander looked at him piercingly again before starting to wrap his wand.

"Is…is something wrong?" Harry asked softly.

"No. Oh no, it's just, I remembered every wand I've ever sold Mister Potter. The feather in your wand was given by a very special phoenix. That only gave me one other feather. That went into one other wand. And that other wand Mister Potter," Harry accepted the box handed to him with his new wand inside, his money was taken and he was shunted towards the door. "Is the same one that gave you your scar." And the door was shut in his and Hagrid's stunned faces.

"Well." Harry cleared his throat. "How bout that ice cream?"

Triumphant but slightly pensive and loaded down with clothes, books, school supplies and his curious wand, Harry let Hagrid lead him back to the Leaky Caldron to head back to the castle.

After he'd got his ice cream of course.

AN: ...#snickers#...I tried to trick Becca into doing something for me right after she read this...and she said something like..."Do I look like Hagrid?" LOL!

J...#mutters under breath#I'm the one who does all the work...and who gets the credit? She does...#hisses angrily# I ought to go on strike!

Oh and...#collects all her chocolates and cookies and candy and stuffs from reviewers before giving them this chapter#aren't I nice?#grins#