Chapter 4: Diagon Alley
AN: yes, I know the last chapter was pretty short but I like having a certain order when I write…so sorry.
Thx again to the reviewers and katsy17 for pointing out an error in the chapter before...
Here comes the next chapter…oh, and just a warning; I'm not really good at writing accents -.-'
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Walking down the stairs leading away from the doors of the grand Wizarding Bank the twins argued about where to go first.
Harry who had never before heard of some of the shops mentioned trailed slightly after them.
"Uhm, guys, sorry to interrupt you but what are those stores you're talking about?"
The twins now noticing the dark-haired boy's confused expression took him between their marvellous selves.
"Well, Kishon's is a more dignified and elegant Wizarding robes shop for official occasions that has some accessories that makes every piece of clothing they sell unique and individual."
Loriot's is more casual but still has a little bit of understatement working for their customers and their looks."
"Then there is Wartke's who is sportive and adolescent but still suitable for a pureblood. Just fitting for the Bermuda Triangle!"
Looking back and forth between the two redheads Harry pondered about his options.
"I think we should first go to Kishon's and the to Wartke's and Loriot's…But what about the books?"
Gred and Forge exchanged a look and nodded.
"Clothes first, second is a new haircut and a visit to a healer-"
"A healer? But why?", the small Gryffindor asked.
"We want him to fix your eyesight…" "Which should have been done when you first went to Diagon Alley…" "Along with other things they do for everyone coming from the Muggle World…" "Which of course- " "Thanks to Dumbledore" "-has been ignored in your case!"
The two master prankster finished their rant and Harry nodded once more:
"OK, I understand."
"Then we'll go get you a new trunk and last…" "But not least: Getting the books."
~*IdM*~
After exiting the last clothing strore the twins had dragged him to, Prongs Jr sighed relieved.
Grinning at his antics, Fred and George hooked their arms into his and walked to a hairdresser placed in the more expensive part of the Alley.
Entering the shop they got greeted by a man flourishing his arms.
"Bonjour, mes ami. Vat can Jaque do for you?"
"You could help us turning this young pal here into the beauty he is on the inside", the twins answered the moustachioed frenchman.
"Bien…Come 'ere, mon cherie et seet down!", Jaque winked at Harry.
Blushing, Harry followed the platinum blonde and sat down in the offered chair.
"Vat shall eet be?", the French hairstylist asked.
Quizzically, Harry looked to his two devils but his eyes widened comically when they answered his unspoken question.
"We trust your superior opinion on what to do with that untameable mane of his.", the owners of Weasley Wizard Wheezes grinned evily.
Mirroring the grin the Frenchman got to work wielding his wand around Harry's head like a professional fencer.
Some minutes later, he was finished.
"Voila, monsieur. Your brand new 'aircut. I 'ave to ask 'zough; Are you taken?"
"Hu?", emerald eyes stared at the blonde hairdresser.
"Well, viz zee right clozes you'll magnificent!", Jaque exclaimed.
"Sorry, but he won't be available for some time but we'll make sure he'll get back to you as soon as possible…", the twins answered for their little brother in anything but blood.
After paying the flirting frenchman, they walked out of the coiffeurs shop while laughing about Harry's 'fortune' with older men.
Fred turned to his dearest twin and his favourite investor:" Ok, next on the to-do list for today: Healer!"
The other two nodded and got to the healer. Once there, the appointed healer checked over Harry's prescription and told them to wait a few minutes.
When he got back from the back of the store he handed a dark violet potion to the little lion. With a pinched up face said carnivore opened the bottle and swallowed the foul smelling concoction in one go.
Some seconds later he blicked, then gasped and lifted his delicate hands to his face to remove his glasses.
"Merlin! Why didn't anyone tell me that there is such a sharpness waiting for me!", Harry cursed.
The other three men grinned at his exuberant joy.
Then Harry paid and the three Gryffindor got to the bookshop to get the books.
After obtaining the last thing on their list –the trunk- they got to the twins flat above their store and retired to some music and warmed up food.
"What do the two of you have planned for me tomorrow?", the petite boy asked after yawning and stretching in his seats.
"Tomorrow, we'll take the portkey to Ilha Principal in the Triangle. When we arrive there we'll have to go through a bit security protocol before they'll take us to Masquerade Island…" "Since we just bought the clothes and everything me and my shadow will help you to pack everything first thing in the morning!", the now less than exuberant twins said.
"Ok, we'll do that.", Harry yawned again. "I think I'm calling it a night…"
And with that being said the small lion fell asleep.
Smiling fondly, the twins got up and into their bed after covering their guest who was crashing their couch with a blanket.
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AN: I know it's seems a little hasty but I'd like to get those three to the Island;)
R&R
