Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with HP world in my mind, no money gained.
AN: Trigger warnings for this chapter; just a few cuts and bleeding; maybe a headache or two - some people are just too loud.
Chapter Six – Exploring Diagon AlleyThe family of three slowly moved away from Gringotts and out onto the slightly crowded street. They were all slightly bewildered and needed to catch their breaths. Petunia took charge, glancing around she led them to an old fashioned wrought iron table and chairs with umbrellas right outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. As they sat down Petunia pulled out her map. "Let's make a plan of where we need to go and where we want to go. First though, Jamie how are you doing love? Are you tired? Do you want to go home and come back another time?"
"No, Mum I want to stay. I'm a bit tired but I really, really want to get those books and look around, please?" Jamie stared into her Mum's eyes with a slightly pleading look. She knew not to pour it on, as it would have the opposite effect. Petunia was quite capable of saying no and sticking to it regardless to the amount of pleading involving teary eyes and sad faces.
"Alright we'll stay for a bit, but if you need to rest we'll come right back here for ice cream. I'm so proud of you both. Doug you were so patient and supportive of your sister and me, thanks love. Now, let's look at this map and see where we want to go. We need to get books. Let's get some quills and paper or parchment; it seems the wizarding world uses those still. I'm interested in looking at potions. It took away my migraine and calmed my stomach, and so quickly too."
Doug looked up at his Mum with a smile, "Really Mum? That's great." It would be great if Mum wasn't in pain stuck in her dark room. She always looks so tired and shaky with her face so white and we have to be quiet too. Maybe she won't miss anymore of my games either. Doug's tummy ached when his Mum was in pain.
Petunia smiled at Doug, "Yes it was the best medicine ever. Jamie I think we need to get you robes. This is what witches wear and I want you to be comfortable in both worlds. Let's go to Madam Malkin's first, since we're so close by."
That started a lively discussion of all the shops they wanted to go to. Petunia had to finally put her foot down and state they could always come back, this wasn't a onetime visit. At one point they were interrupted by a waiter asking what they would like to order. Petunia was slightly embarrassed that they were just using the place to rest and plan to go other places, but reassured the waiter they would be back later to treat themselves to "the best ice cream in the world" after their shopping. The waiter smiled and said he understood; Diagon Alley didn't provide parks or resting areas. Shortly thereafter they crossed the street and entered Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"Hello dears, how can I help you today?" A slightly chubby and curly grey-haired woman called to them as she walked over. She was wearing witches robes of a soft blue that flattered her smiling face.
With a pleased smile, Petunia replied, "How do you do? We are looking for some robes for my daughter, Jamie."
"Please Mum, you and Doug too? I don't want to be the only one and we are family. It would help me not feel so different." Jamie had spoken softly but her hands were clenched tightly into fists by her sides.
Hesitating slightly Petunia agreed. Is she already feeling separated from us? Petunia was sad but determined Jamie would always feel accepted and loved. Maybe I could get her a present here for her birthday, bring some of this world into ours. It might help.
"So, are you looking for every day robes or for a special occasion? We have a special right now…" Madam Malkin started her sales pitch and motioned for an assistant to help her. This is going to be a treat. Judging by what they are wearing they are obviously muggles but how different, two blondes and the girl's beautiful black hair with a hint of red. Oh the colours we are going to try today!
"Every day robes are fine for now. For my son and me...We are muggles and if it is appropriate everyday robes for us as well." Petunia leaned closer to Madam Malkin and whispered, "We won't offend anyone by dressing this way would we, even if we are muggles?"
Madam Malkin gave another gentle smile, winked and whispered back to Petunia, "It is better if you dress in robes. When in Rome right? I'll have something whipped up immediately so you can wear it out."
"Thank you Madam Malkin."
With a pat on Petunia's arm, Madam Malkin then guided them to the dressing room to be measured, talking all the while about which colours would suite each of them and the style she would like to see them dressed in for casual wear. Meanwhile her assistant busily set up three note quills with parchment to record everything her Mistress was recommending and then quickly set up the measuring tapes to automatically start measuring all three customers.
Meanwhile Doug and Jamie were startled to see the quills and parchment in mid air writing away. They were squirming around trying to see what the quills were writing and also to see the measuring tape measuring their whole bodies by itself.
Interrupting herself from her chatter, Madam Malking said, "Oh my, how silly of me, I forgot to ask your names. There's no use of taking notes and measurements if I don't have your names for the records."
Petunia introduced herself and her children, who politely nodded their heads and smiled at their names.
In a very short time all three were dressed, robes adjusted, paid for and an order for more placed, which would be owled to them, and suddenly they were outside the shop. Looking at each other's stunned faces they started to laugh.
"I think that's the fastest we have every shopped in a clothing shop before, I like it Mum!" commented Doug with a grin on his face.
Still laughing and with a couple of elbow jabs at Doug the three walked into Flourish & Blott's next door. They abruptly stopped laughing as they looked at the rows and rows of books before them. Turning about they walked outside again, looked at the store and then walked in again. The inside was surprisingly much larger than the outside of the store indicated.
With a little sigh Jamie commented, "I love magic. Remember Mum anything is possible with magic, right?"
Giving a little chuckle and a quick hug, Petunia smirked, "Quite right my dear, quite right."
A sales girl off to their right, behind a wooden oak counter with an old fashioned gold and black cash register, enquired in a hushed tone, "Do you need any help?"
Smiling Petunia replied, "Yes please, we need a few books: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Hogwarts: A History, A History of Magic, The Witch's Book, and any Muggleborn pamphlets you have. Also I think we'd like to look around a bit as well."
Coming around the counter the girl held the parchment that her notes quill had written the books Petunia had requested on, "I'll get these for you. You can either follow me or start browsing when you spot something you find interesting."
Jamie followed the shop girl noticing some of the books were very large and heavy. "Do you have a bag that will shrink the books and make them weigh less or should I purchase a bag to do that?"
"Well, we do have bags that can do that, but if you want a school bag with a shoulder strap you'll have to go to the Trunk Shop just past Gringotts. They have a great selection of colours, materials and charms you can select from. Our bags are good for up to ten books but a school bag can carry lots more and it can have compartments for other supplies you'll need to carry around for classes." Replied the shop girl as she pulled down Hogwarts: A History. The book was huge and thick. "Do you want the newest edition or the old edition, which has a lot more stories in it?"
"Oh the old one I think. I'm just going to find my Mum and see about getting a school bag before we get all these books. Be right back." Jamie turned around and started walking swiftly away looking down every aisle for her Mum and Doug. Finding herself back at the entrance she scowled with her arms crossed. How huge is this place? I didn't see them anywhere. By the time I find them I could be back with a bag. Tapping her foot while her arms crossed over her chest, Jamie came to a decision, I'll just be a minute and the sales girl knows where I went, everything should be fine if I go fast.
Knowing she was not doing the correct thing, Jamie opened the book store door and stepped outside. Looking quickly to the left, so she didn't walk into anyone as she stepped into the street, she saw a bunch of boys gathered around a shop window. Curious as to what they were looking at and hearing the awe in their excited voices she turned her feet towards them.
The owner, Mr. Standish, of Quality Quidditch Supplies had purposely gotten up early this morning to make sure his display window was ready before the first customer stepped into Diagon Alley this morning. He was right to be proud of the effort and time he had spent on that display, seeing as the response generated had exceeded his expectations. There were roughly ten boys, of various ages and sizes, outside the display window chattering away about the new Nimbus 1700. Suddenly a fight broke out amongst them.
A six year old red haired boy had turned away from the window to argue with the red haired twins, who had been directly behind him. A few of the boys around the three had quickly left leaving four still gazing raptly at the broom while their smiling faces were almost pressed against the glass. With a snarled yell the red haired and now red faced little boy drew his clenched fist and elbow back behind him hitting a blonde haired boy in the head. This caused the blonde haired boy to smash his face into the corner of the wood framed window. At that point a plump red haired woman came upon the scene.
"What is going on here?! Fred and George are you being mean to your brother again?" screeched the red haired woman. With those words all the other boys by the window decided they wanted to be as far away as possible from the ear piercing harridan, leaving only the hurt boy behind.
The red haired boy gave a few false tears and whined to his mum, "They wouldn't let me have any candy. They have lots and won't share."
"Mum we saved" said one twin.
"for months to buy some" said the other twin.
"candy from the store. We don't want" said the first twin.
"to give any to Ron, when he never" said the second twin.
"shares or saves for his own." completed the first twin.
"You boys need to share with your brother or I will take it all away and you will both have none. We are leaving now!" The woman grabbed the candy with one hand and the little boy with her other hand. The boy, Ron, looked over his shoulder at his twin brothers and while he smirked stuck out his tongue.
The twins dejectedly looked at each other, shook their heads and said at the same time, "Git, we'll get him for this." As they started to walk away they looked at the hurt boy and called out, "Sorry you got hurt."
By this time Jamie had made her way over to the blonde haired boy. His left hand was cradling his left eye and cheek, blood was starting to seep between his fingers and run down his wrist. With his right fist clenched and his body almost vibrating, he stared after the red haired family as they walked away. He bit his bottom lip and looked ready to cry or scream out in rage.
"Let's take a look at that." Jamie softly spoke to the boy as she pulled out her handkerchief from her robe pocket. Looking up at his face she gently eased his hand from his face. "Wow, you're really brave. If it had been me, I'd be bawling by now. It's not bad, just a cut on your eyebrow and cheekbone. Here use this." Jamie placed her handkerchief covered hand over the boy's cuts and pressed gently. He is kind of cute. Wow, just look at his eyes, I've never seen grey eyes before. It'd be a shame if this scars. Most likely it will. Maybe I could just help a little. It wasn't his fault and the prat didn't even say sorry. His mum didn't even try to help either, nasty people. The twins at least said sorry and it wasn't even their fault.
The boy blinked and stared at Jamie as she helped him. His face felt curiously warm from where her hand touched and he slowly moved his hand over top of hers. She eased her hand from underneath his leaving him to hold the handkerchief in place.
With a wink she said, "I hope you feel better soon, take care." Leaning closer she raised her lips to his ear and whispered, "Don't tell." Then smiling one last time she quickly turned and ran back up the street leaving a thoroughly puzzled boy behind her.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the boy blinked and looked up at his father. "Draco what happened to you?! Let's see." Crouched in front of his son, the blonde haired man carefully eased the bloody hand and handkerchief away from his son's face. "I see blood but I don't think your face is hurt. Is it your hand son?" The man pulled the cloth from his son's hand and still could not see any damage. He looked into his son's eyes and with a firm voice said, "Draco what is going on?"
Draco looked at his father, clenched the cloth in his hand and whispered, "Let's go home please. I'll tell you there."
Raising his right eyebrow the boy's father replied, "Cover your face again with the cloth, we'll find your mother at Twilfitt & Tattings and go straight home. Then we shall discuss this."
Following the same direction the girl had fled, father and son walked side-by-side. One pair of older grey eyes looked for any signs of threat; while the younger grey eye searched for the girl who had helped him. Where did she go? If I see her I want to introduce her to my father. I didn't even say thank you. I won't ever forget her. What did she do to me? It doesn't even hurt anymore. Well, except for the back of my head where that git hit me. Why did he do that? What was his name? Ron, that's right. Red haired Ron with twin brothers and what a mother! Ugh, no class at all. At least the twins said sorry. He didn't nor his mother. I'll remember them too. I don't like them at all. Father may know who they are. No, I don't want him to know. It's my hurt; I'll get revenge on my own terms one day.
Unknown to either party Jamie had just closed the door of the Trunk Shop before the father and son passed by. Looking around she blinked a few times at the stacks and stacks of trunks filling the room. Looking at the walls she saw handbags of all sorts hanging from hooks. The air smelled of leather and wood with a hint of spices, although the place was a bit dusty.
A rough male voice called out, "If you want any help I'm at the back."
Jamie followed the voice to the very back of the shop to see an elderly grey haired man wearing a leather apron sitting on a low stool. He had a quill stuck behind his left ear and he was waving a stick at the bag he was holding as he muttered under his breath. Sticking his wooden stick behind his right ear he lifted a pail of water from the floor and poured it into the bag. As the water started to seep from the bag onto the floor he started to swear.
"Excuse me." Jamie said in a prim little voice.
The man looked up startled to hear and see such a young girl in his shop. He immediately stopped swearing while his face turned a bright red. "Sorry little miss, how can I help you?"
He looks just like a grandpa should, even with the red face. "I need a school bag that can hold a lot of books and stuff, be feather-light and I guess water-proof would be good too." Jamie frowned as she looked at the bag the man held. "Maybe you could tell me of other charms too. Oh, and it has to have pockets inside and be very strong."
Both the girl and man looked at the puddle slowly forming on the floor. With a chuckle and man kicked the bucket underneath the bag and placed the bag into it. With a wink at the little girl, "Don't mind this mess. I always test my merchandise before they go on the floor to be sold. Someone wanted to sell me some leather. Good thing I only bought a small amount, as I think I'll only get belts from the lot. Not worth the time, probably sell it to someone else. Let's see now. Bags hmm…shrinking, feather-light, water-proof charms, dragon hide is best for durability and fire-proof. You're a little small for going to Hogwarts yet. You want pockets inside? Ah, compartmentalized inside. Anti-theft charm would be good, don't need someone else summoning your bag. Need any identification or locking charm? Then there's colour, know what you want?"
Jamie was a little overwhelmed with all the choices. A little help here please house spirits.
Female Spirit: Shopping! I love to shop. So let's see, yes get the dragon hide and all the charms he mentioned. Leave the identification blank for now. Maybe just your initials, we can change it to your coat of arms later. Always get a locking charm, blood is best but a password will do for now.
Male Spirit 1: No pink or black. Black is just too much for a little girl.
Male Spirit 2: Well, I won't be caught dead with yellow.
F: Oh you two are so funny - not! We're already dead and the bag is for a little girl. Black will look smart, but grey would be best or dark brown. It will wear well and still look good.
M1: Grey like the boy's eyes. That was a nice colour.
M2: What are you talking about? Who cares about the boy's eye colour.
F: Really you two, if Jamie likes the boy's eyes it is fine. She is a girl after all. Now Jamie you pick what you want and don't listen to those two sour old men. Besides we have other shopping to do soon.
What do you mean other shopping?
M1: We'll lead you there soon. Do hurry; you've been away quite awhile from your mum. She might be getting worried soon. Also I am not sour or old!
Oh no, how long have I been gone for?
M2: Now you start worrying? Just hurry up and move it. Just say you were reading behind a chair or something when we get back. (I am sarcastic not sour!)
F: Right, that will make perfect sense when she shows them the bag to put her books in.
I didn't think about that. You're right; I'm going to be in so much trouble. Why didn't you guys say anything?
M1: We are only here to teach you, not make your decisions for you. Besides you never asked our opinion.
M2: Less talking, more getting out of here. Now!
"Do you have anything already made in grey? I think with just my initials will be fine and yes to a password. Can I get that changed later?" Jamie said in a quiet little voice.
"Let's go take a look." The old man had gotten up, walked towards the far right wall and reached for a medium grey bag. Holding out the bag to the little girl, he noticed she looked almost ready to start crying, "Are you alright?"
Jamie was clenching her hands and a tear fell from her eye. "I didn't tell my Mum where I was going. Please, could I come back later for the bag? I really don't want her to be upset that I left without her knowing."
Putting the bag back the owner said, "Sure sweetie, let me just walk you back so we both feel better about your safety."
"Oh you don't have to…but I would feel better about it. Just to the book store near Madam Malkin's please." Jamie gave a timid little smile as she brushed away her tear with her fingers.
The man put a closed sign in the window of the store, placed his wooden stick in his pants pocket, threw the quill on the floor and after locking the door, held out his left hand for the little girl. "My name is Hugh little miss. What's yours?"
Jamie shyly clasped his hand and giving him a huge smile replied, "Hi Hugh, my name is Jamie Evans." They were quietly walking down the street when after a few minutes Jamie spoke again, "Can I call you Grandpa Hugh. You're just so nice and you look like a Grandpa should. You wouldn't mind, would you? I mean I don't have to-" Jamie stopped talking suddenly when she felt Hugh gently squeeze her hand and they stopped walking.
Crouching down to look at Jamie face to face, Hugh smiled and spoke. "Darling Jamie I would love it if you would call me Grandpa Hugh. That's the nicest thing I've heard in a long time. Now, let's go find your mum."
They resumed walking and in just a minute or so they were entering Flourish & Blott's.
Jamie released her hand from Grandpa Hugh and flung herself at Petunia. "Mum, I'm so sorry. I left without telling you. I just wanted to get a bag for our books and I didn't tell you. I'm so very sorry Mum, please forgive me." By the end of this little speech Jamie was crying and holding tightly to Petunia's waist.
Petunia looked at the man who had walked in with her daughter with a puzzled look. She hugged Jamie tight and then eased her daughter from her body so she could tilt her face up. "You went out of the store alone and without asking for permission, anything could have happened to you and I wouldn't have known how to find you. Jamie, you know what you did was wrong and I'm thankful you told me the truth and came back safely. We will discuss your punishment when we get home. For now introduce me to this gentleman who brought you back." Petunia gently wiped the tears from Jamie's face and both of them turned to face Hugh.
Leaning her back against her mum Jamie introduced Hugh to her mum and then to Doug.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both. I look forward to seeing you a bit later today at my shop just past Gringotts." Turning to the book shop girl he stated, "Susan just send the books to my shop and I'll place them in Jamie's new bag." With a wink to Jamie and a smile to everyone else, Hugh was out the door before anyone could reply.
Susan decided she better reassure these customers about Hugh. "Hugh is really nice. He's got no family left after the war but he wouldn't hurt anyone unless they attacked first. He's the kindest man you'll ever meet and it looks like he's taken a shine to your daughter. Did you have anything else you wanted to look at or are you ready to tally up?"
"Let's tally up please." Petunia was more than ready to go as the day just seemed to be getting longer each minute.
Once they had paid for the books and left the store they walked into the stationery shop next door. They picked out some practice quills, a quill sharpening knife, a few bottles of black ink, nice and rough parchment and a notebook on learning how to write with a quill. They also requested those items to be sent to the Trunk Shop under the name of Jamie Evans. Doug was happy to find out the red quill was from a Phoenix, although he was a little sad it was much too expensive for them to purchase. They left the shop and proceeded to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a mid afternoon snack. Opting to eat outside they quickly sat at their previous table with sighs of relief. The same waiter they had spoken to before greeted them in a very friendly manner. With recommendation from the waiter they each ordered different flavoured ice cream cones. After they had finished they proceeded to Hugh's Trunk Shop.
Grandpa Hugh was at the back of the shop again when the Evans entered.
A rough male voice called out, "If you want any help I'm at the back." Jamie stifled a giggle at hearing the same words spoken again as she led her mum and Doug to Hugh.
This time Hugh was working at the counter on the beautiful grey bag he and Jamie had looked at earlier. "Hello again Missus, Master and Little Miss. I'm almost done here. Just need to know your middle initial Jamie and then tell you how to set your password. Then we'll place these books into your bag and your all set."
Jamie smiled and walked around the counter to climb onto a stool beside Hugh. "My initials are J L E."
With a swish of his wand in the air Hugh touched the tip of his wand to the black metal plate that made up part of the clasp. Bronze copper script formed Jamie's initials.
"Oh it's beautiful Grandpa Hugh!"
Doug rose onto his tiptoes to see but couldn't as the counter was just too high. He sighed and then spoke, "May I see too please?"
"Of course Master Doug, how's this?" Doug was startled to suddenly find himself sitting on a tall stool across from Jamie.
"Th-thank you Sir." stuttered Doug as he clenched the stool with both hands. When nothing else happened he relaxed and then turned his attention to the bag and examined Hugh's craftsmanship. Wow, it's cool. I've never seen anything like it. "Sir what's it made of?"
Hugh chuckled and answered, "Dragon hide." With a wink Hugh continued, "Got special charms on it too. See dragon hide is fire proof so no worries over that. The trick is most spells just bounce off dragon scales and the hide has to be really tough to hold those scales. You have to charm the inside of the hide so that the charms permeate through to the scales. To change the colour of the bag I had to do the same. Now I added an Impervius Charm, to prevent all kinds of water damage; Anti-theft, to prevent anyone other than the owner summoning the bag; Feather-light, to stop it getting heavy no matter how full it is; and an Undetectable Extension, which makes more space inside than what appears outside."
Doug was suitably impressed and also a little jealous that Jamie was getting such a bag, especially after she had just gotten in trouble.
Hugh looked at Petunia and continued; "Now I have a little special going on right now for my friends. Buy two and get the third item free. Now no arguing, it's for today only until closing. I think a nice smaller bag for you and a school-sized bag for Doug here will be just right. Let's go take a look at the bags on the wall." With that Hugh walked around the counter and guided Petunia and Doug to the bag covered wall.
Jamie followed and then wondered around the shop looking at all the items she had missed the first time she had been there: belts, boots, and even a duster or two. Jamie ran back towards Doug and started to tug on his arm. "Doug, Doug, you have got to see this!" Jamie managed to pull Doug to the boots and dusters.
Petunia and Hugh followed. "Yeah, don't know what I was thinking when I made them dusters. Nobody wants dusters just cloaks. They've been there for ages. At one time I thought they'd make good protective clothing for Aurors, but it takes a long time to make, seeing as they are made of dragon hide. I was wearing mine when the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley during the war, saved my life too. Now, I can't even give them away. Hmmm…you kids want them; they're just collecting dust here. They might be a bit big, but you can grow into them, though they will adjust a bit."
Jamie and Doug's eyes had gotten bigger as they had listened. Both turned pleading eyes to Petunia but didn't dare to say anything. Petunia sighed at their looks and then turned to Hugh, only to realize he was giving the exact same look. With a huff Petunia threw up her hands and said, "Alright, alright I give up. Yes to the bags, yes to the dusters. Is there anything else you'd like, since I've given up and am now saying yes?"
Biting her bottom lip, Jamie hesitatingly said, "Well, actually there's these really nice boots and I've noticed all wizards wear boots not trainers so …" Jamie trailer off as she looked at her Mum. Gulping and shrinking slightly Jamie softly spoke, "Well, you did ask." Doug just nodded his head.
With her shoulders slumped and her bowed head shaking Petunia replied, "Lord why did you send me intelligent children? I can't keep up." Straightening up Petunia continued, "Ok you too dusters, bags, and boots. Nothing else you two, clear?"
The children chorused, "Yes Mum."
The trio left the shop with their items, including the books and stationery from the previous shops, which were in Jamie's bag. Doug had picked a brown bag, which carried the dusters, identical to Jamie's. Petunia had chosen a smaller, almost purse sized, black bag with the same charms. All three had gotten a pair of boots, which they decided to wear out of the store. Their previous footwear and clothing was now in Petunia's bag.
As they closed the shop door, after a promise to come for tea when Hugh owled them an invitation (he wasn't comfortable entering the muggle world), Jamie stopped on the street.
F: It's time for your first gift from us Jamie.
Gift? What gift – Oh! What was that?
M1: Just follow your magic dear. We've something special for you today.
What did you just do to me? I feel funny. My brain feels tingly.
M2: What did we do to you?! There's gratitude for you! Unlocking this gift is wasted on her.
F: Now, now…relax. She's just not used to things like this happening to her. Soon she'll get used to our gifts and she'll appreciate it more. At least she better.
M1: She is very young. Do you think we should have waited until she got older?
M2: Most Slytherin's would be exultant to receive this gift, but no, definitely not her.
Please I'm not trying to upset you. I just want to understand what happened. Can't you teach me?
F: I guess we should teach her, but this will be much more fun to let her find out on her own.
M1: Just follow your magical sense. It is leading you towards your-
M2: No! Let her find it on her own. It is better this way. The bond will be stronger. She needs to learn to trust us and herself.
F: Agreed.
M1: Fine, agreed.
Petunia and Doug had stopped and looked back at Jamie, who was still standing outside of Grandpa Hugh's shop.
"Jamie honey, come on, let's finish up and head home." called Petunia.
Taking a deep breath Jamie slowly let it out and explained, "Mum, I just don't know how to explain this but I feel my magic calling me to the shop next door. I have to follow it. I don't know why but I have to. Please let me. Please come with me."
Doug looked at his Mum. He was tired and wanted to go home. He gave his Mum an incredulous look as he saw she was wavering. Hadn't she just said they couldn't buy anything more? Why is she letting Jamie get away with this? It's not fair; this day has all been about Jamie. "Mum?"
As Petunia leaned towards her daughter she softly queried, "Jamie is it your magic or the House Spirits telling you to do something?" Petunia was trying to figure out the right thing to do.
Just as softly Jamie replied, "Mum it's both. They gave me a gift and told me to follow my magic. I think it's leading me next door."
All three looked at the sign above the door to the next shop: Magical Menagerie. Doug couldn't believe it. It looked like Jamie was going to be allowed into a pet shop. I bet she gets a pet, so much for no more buying stuff. Bet I don't get one. Yup, figures, here we go.
Doug followed his Mum and sister into the pet shop and became fascinated with all the variety of animals there; birds, cats, rats, even toads were available to be purchased. He watched Jamie slowly walk through to the back of the store, while his Mum followed her.
"Keep up Doug." called his Mum as she looked over her shoulder at him. Doug had become distracted by some puffy balls of yellow fur in a basket, he couldn't tell what they were, though the sign stated they were Puffskeins.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Doug grumbled as his shoulders slouched and he followed them down the aisle.
Jamie followed her magic to the far back corner of the store. Pushing aside the hanging curtain she saw a brightly lit area. There were glass rectangular containers, lined at the bottom with sand, looking rather like fish aquariums but much larger, lining the two walls. Then she suddenly heard a hissing voice speaking.
~More nasties come to peer at us. If they poke at me I will strike them dead.~
Another hissing voice chimed in, ~Do that and they will either kill you or remove your venom.~
The glass containers contained a large variety of poisonous snakes. Petunia felt slightly faint and gasped at what happened next.
Jamie gazed at the snakes and commented, ~They're beautiful. I wonder which one is calling me?~
~A Speaker, we have a Speaker here.~ hissed one of the snakes.
Slowly most of the snakes lifted their heads and stared at Jamie. Tongues darted out and hissing filled the air as they commented to each other and vied for Jamie's attention.
Doug's eyes had grown larger and fear filled him as he heard Jamie hissing along with all the snakes. No way, no way is she bringing a snake home. Mum won't go along with this, there's no way, right? Doug looked at his Mum and shook his head. What am I thinking, of course she will, it's about magic and Jamie. I wish I had magic too. "Jamie, why are you hissing at the snakes?"
"I'm not, I'm talking with them. Wait, what? You hear me hissing and them hissing too?"
Petunia and Doug just nodded their heads.
You gave me the gift to talk to snakes?
F: Yes, aren't you so pleased?
M1: It's quite a noble gift to be given Parseltongue.
M2: A Slytherin gift that I am not entirely sure we should have given you. You hardly deserve us unlocking this gift from your ancestors.
F: How else would she be able to talk to her familiar if she didn't have this gift? Besides you're the one who was excited to share with her 'special things' at Hogwarts.
M2: Only if she proves her Slytherin traits.
M1: Those are not the only traits she will be showing. Besides it's all for whom she is becoming, not who she is now.
Excuse me what do you mean "familiar"?
M2: Ha, ha you let that slip my dear!
F: I slyly allowed that to slip. She picked up on it, which proves she is intuitively able to discern important facts from boring chatter.
M1: I don't know if I should be insulted or not. Anyway, a familiar is an animal that bonds with someone. The bond is usually emotional, mental and magical between the two. Just remember your familiar will have its own personality, desires and thoughts, though it will go with you anywhere you wish to go.
M2: Yes, and it will protect you even if that leads to its own death. It will be your companion until death.
F: Let your magic select your familiar. Hopefully it will be a magical snake. Do not let its venom sacks be removed, if necessary we will help you with this.
OK, here goes. Maybe I'll just close my eyes first, nope I think not. Am I actually "seeing" magic?
M1: What did you expect when you "healed" your eyesight?
M2: Just get on with it already.
Jamie slowly walked past the snakes pausing now and again to peer at one or two snakes. When she was at the last column of snakes she looked way up at a snake that was on the very top shelf. The snake had pushed its way out of the container, knocking off the lid. It was draped over the side and trying to slither down to her. ~My Lady.~ it hissed.
Jamie smiled and hissed, ~I am yours and you are mine.~ Reaching up Jamie helped the snake escape from confinement. It slithered around her body and ended up with its head peeking out from her hair near her ear, while Jamie giggled.
"Jamie I'm not so sure about this." Petunia was not only terrified but at her wits end with all the shocks she had gone through today.
"But Mum we've bonded, I can't leave my familiar. I promise he'll be good and won't hurt anyone. In fact, he'll actually protect me."
Sighing Petunia tried to think things through. "You promise we'll all be safe and you can control it?"
"Mum it's not like that. Yes, we will all be safe. He has his own personality, feelings and thoughts."
"Well, I was going to buy you a birthday present. I guess this will save me a trip. Ok but it has to feed its self, we can't afford an added expense to the household budget."
Doug shuddered, "It's not allowed in my room either."
Jamie beamed at the two of them, "Deal." She then walked out of the curtained off area, after hissing a polite farewell to the other snakes, towards the front of the shop where a clerk was just finishing a sale.
The purchase went fairly smoothly, except for the initial shock of the clerk seeing a six year old wanting to buy an especially venomous snake, until the clerk reached for the snake intending to remove its venom sacks. With a bit of help from the House Spirits quickly telling Jamie how to confound the clerk and her family, Jamie was able to leave the shop with the snakes' venom sacks intact. A new glass enclosure, with sand and care instructions, was to be delivered via owl tomorrow. Jamie didn't think the enclosure was going to be used much but it might come in handy sometime in the future. Her familiar hid itself within her garments.
Walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron they crossed the street after passing Knockturn Alley. Seeing the Ice Cream Parlour they all smiled but kept walking until they briefly paused in front of Magical Instruments to peer through the window at all of the curious instruments on display.
"I've been thinking." Petunia stated. "Everyone here seems to use Owl Post." The two children snickered at the word play. "I think it would be best if we also purchased an owl for the family. I don't think the upkeep would be expensive. Owls can hunt for their own food and just need a place to roost during the day. What do you think children?"
Jamie piped up, "I think it's a great idea. Doug should pick out the owl."
Doug looked startled for a moment and then began to smile. "Yeah, I think it's a good idea too. Can I really pick out the owl?"
"Yes, you certainly can Doug." Petunia was proudly smiling at both her children. It hadn't gone unnoticed by her that Doug had been getting a bit grumpy. Hopefully this would help stave off the jealousy she feared Doug was starting to feel. "We will all help with looking after the owl too."
They walked into the shop next door, which was called Eeylops Owl Emporium. Doug went to inspect the shop for "their owl" while Jamie followed him. Meanwhile Petunia headed for a shop clerk to understand exactly what was needed to look after an owl and to find out which type would best fit their needs.
Doug abruptly stopped in front of the most beautiful white owl Jamie had ever seen.
"It's this one Jamie, I know it is." Doug reverently spoke in a hushed voice.
Jamie had to agree and was glad Doug had picked it out, until she looked into its eyes and felt the connection. Jamie was confused; she already had a bonded familiar. How could she have another? Admittedly the bond felt somewhat different, not as strong and she couldn't speak to the owl, but they had definitely connected. What was she going to do? This was supposed to be Doug's owl not hers.
F: Don't worry about it. Just talk to it later and explain the situation. Tell her she needs to serve the family and she has more people to care for her. She'll listen and obey.
M2: Besides, the snake has the stronger bond, as it should.
M1: Your snake needs a name. Let Doug name the owl. Everyone's happy.
How come I never hear from the Potter House Spirits?
F: Maybe because they are on a vacation? Or they are just a bunch of weak spirits pretending to be House Spirits. You have us, you don't need them.
Potter House Spirit: If we could get a word in whilst all of you are talking we would have. As it is we have been fairly satisfied with the results so far.
M2: Oh ho, sounds like someone is a right frigid old bas-
M1: Let's stop right there and remember we are being housed by a little girl and show some decorum.
F: Fine, but I still get girl time. I can't wait till she gets older and we'll have some real fun times.
M2: Not all of us are girls you know. But fine, if you get girl time, I get Slytherin time. (heh, heh, heh)
PHS: Might I remind you all that we are here to help the girl and teach her the way of our houses, not for some revolting fun time.
M1: And you thought I was the stuffed shirt.
F: Please accept our heart-felt deepest apologies.
M2: Speak for yourself witch.
F: What? You thought I was serious?! Is sarcasm lost on you or do you think you are the only one to speak it?
M1: Why do we have a female House Spirit? I mean there are three males, we could outvote her.
M2: I can't believe you just said that. You are truly an idiot.
PHS: Even I know you don't treat a Lady with disrespect or cast any slight upon her power over males. Just look at the females in the pureblood lines. Crazy or not they are powerful and you don't mess with powerful people unless you can win or kill them.
F: Oh you. How sweet and truthful. I think we'll keep you around. Now hush everyone.
Jamie felt just a little spaced out from all the conversations going on in her head. She couldn't decide if she wanted to yell at them to shut it or run around outside screaming that she had voices in her head. Neither option would help her in the short or long term.
Petunia came over with the shop clerk and they both approved of Doug's choice. After they had purchased the owl, a stand, some owl treats and received the care instructions they left the shop and continued towards the Leaky Cauldron. Doug had put the owl supplies and instructions into his bag and was carrying the cage the owl was in. The shop clerk has cast a feather-light charm on the cage and was sending the packaged shrunken stand by owl post.
Jamie had closed the shop door and paused briefly to glance at the Quidditch shop across the street, remembering the boy she had helped. I wonder how the boy is doing. I forgot to heal the back of his head where the nasty boy elbowed him. Hopefully he didn't get a headache. Will I ever see him again? Hopefully I don't have to wait until Hogwarts. After those thoughts Jamie turned and quickly caught up to her Mum and brother.
~You must tell me of this boy later and do not worry over the owl familiar. For now I will sleep.~
Crossing the street once again they arrived at the last shop on their left, before the Leaky Cauldron entrance, Slug & Jiggers Apothecary. A bell tinkled as they opened the door and stepped into the cool interior of the potions shop. With a quiet word of don't touch anything, Petunia walked down the aisle and waited in line to speak to the shop clerk. She later found out the shop clerk was in fact the owner, Mr. Jiggers. There was no longer a Mr. Slug, but to change the name was a nightmare of paperwork that Mr. Jiggers decided to ignore for his own sanity's sake.
Jamie and Doug were fascinated by all the bottles, bins and barrels of items. There was every colour imaginable in dry, wet or granule. Everything had a label and most had instructions for use. At one point Doug stopped and looked at Jamie. "I'm not dreaming, right?"
Jamie shook her head. "If you are, I'm dreaming with you. I don't think we're dreaming, because I've already pinched myself and it hurt."
Doug replied, "Yeah, but it would hurt in a dream anyway 'cause you're expecting it to hurt."
With a sly smile Jamie continued. "How about I pinch you while you tell yourself it won't hurt?"
Doug shied away from Jamie when she suddenly leaned towards him with her fingers ready to pinch his side. "No, no that's fine. I believe we are not dreaming."
Jamie leaned back and put her arm back down as they both smiled at each other and continued examining the potions and ingredients in the shop.
Petunia had finally reached the front of the cue and proceeded to ask for a few bottles of the Stomach Settling Potion. Since there were no other customers in line, Petunia proceeded to ask Mr. Jiggers about making potions, buying ingredients in bulk and possibly selling them to apothecaries. Since Mr. Jiggers had been in business for over seventy years, he was vastly knowledgeable and pleased to share with Petunia. He recommended certain books, cauldrons, stir sticks, burners, vials, bottles and potion magazines if she was truly interested on entering the potion making business. Petunia was rapidly writing it all down, not wanting to forget anything she was told.
Mr. Jiggers paused and looked thoughtful, and then continued on. "Just remember you have to have your potions certified by a Potion Master and set up your business with the Ministry. Each cauldron of potion must have a vial sent to the Potion Master. If he won't authenticate it you can't sell it; well, unless you sell it on the black market but that's not very safe to do. Knockturn Alley is very dangerous, even in the middle of the day. Professor Snape at Hogwarts is England's top Potion Master, but he is very particular to please. He is the best and closest Potion Master around but I'd say you might be better off trying further afield."
Once the potions were purchased and packaged for safety, Mr. Jiggers placed an order form into the small box. Petunia thought this was a smart idea and enquired if other shops also had order forms. Mr. Jiggers assured her most other shops did and that she could owl the stores for the forms. Gathering Doug and Jamie, they left the shop and proceeded to follow another person through the brick wall into the Leaky Cauldron.
With a smile and wave to Tom, the family of three went up the stairs to the washrooms to change back into their "muggle" clothing and shoes. Once that was done they walked outside and proceeded to the nearest bus stop to finally go back home.
Once at home Petunia had the children wash up to help prepare a supper of chicken soup, salad, bread, butter and peaches. After the table had been set and the soup simmered on the range, the family put away all they had brought home.
It was decided that the "magic" books would be "hidden" in Jamie's wardrobe since Sally was a frequent guest in their home. Not that Sally was a snoop but it was best to keep magic a secret. All "magic" clothing, boots, and bags went into the back of the owner's wardrobe and Petunia's potions would stay hidden in the drawer of her bedside table.
Jamie's desk, which was in her room, hid the parchment, quills and practice books within its many drawers. Petunia only allowed Jamie to keep the quill sharpening knife after a promise that Jamie could only use it when Petunia was in the room and that otherwise it was in its protective case within the desk drawer.
Doug was given permission to keep the owl in his room and, after placing the cage on his desk, opened the cage and his window for the owl to inspect its new home and outside environment. With a huge smile on his face, Doug set up the cage with water and told the owl how beautiful it was and how fortunate he was to have care of it. He was especially thankful for the mess removal charm on the bottom of the cage. Changing excrement covered newspaper was not his idea of fun, nor was the smell involved with same chore. Petunia pointed out to the owl and the children that the owl would have to fend for itself for food, although they would give her treats, when deserved.
Jamie went back into her room to talk with her snake about where it would like its bed and if it would like to explore its new home too. The snake proceeded to tell Jamie it would stay where it was dark and warm, most likely in Jamie's bed at night and on her person during the day unless it was hunting for food. Jamie was a bit concerned over the safety of her snake until it replied it would mostly hunt in the evening after dusk. At that point, Jamie and Doug were called to their Mum's room.
Petunia carefully placed the copied letters from Lily and the ancestry ritual parchment within her fire-proof safe under her bed, while Doug and Jamie watched. "I'm letting you both know where the key is and where I keep the safe just in case I ever need either of you to get these papers. There are other important papers and documents inside so do not ever remove them unless I give you permission. Agreed?" Both Doug and Jamie nodded their heads and agreed verbally.
With their tasks completed, they walked down to the kitchen to have their supper. What followed was an enjoyable family meal seasoned with many "did you see..." and "do you think they would have…" questions. This in turn caused them all to anticipate their next trip with smiling faces and joyous hearts. They all decided one of the first stops back in Diagon Alley on their next visit, was to be at the Trunk Shop to see Grandpa Hugh. After supper and washing up was finished, Petunia sent the children off to bed for an early night. Doug and Jamie started to complain just a bit, when they interrupted themselves by yawning. Petunia only had to arch one eyebrow at them before they merely looked down sheepishly and change their words to say, "Yes Mum."
Jamie had finished getting ready for bed and was now tucked in when her Mum came into her bedroom to say goodnight.
Petunia carefully looked around for the snake before spying it curled up on Jamie's right side. Sitting down on Jamie's left side Petunia took a breath and spoke to Jamie. "Honey, we need to have a discussion about what happened today when you left the bookshop. I know that you are sorry. I'm not angry at you but I am concerned. You know about our safety rules and you broke my trust in you today. Is there anything you have to say before I tell you your punishment?"
Jamie looked down, then back up at her Mum while she chewed on her bottom lip. With a few tears in her eyes Jamie whispered, "I'm really sorry Mum. I was wrong to leave without permission. I also talked to a stranger and walked with one back to you. Will you ever trust me again?" At this point Jamie had a few tears running down her cheeks.
Hugging her daughter and slowly rocking back and forth, Petunia spoke. "I will always love you Jamie, no matter what. Trust is earned and I have faith that you will earn mine again with time and obedience. Rules are set for your safety because I love you and want to see you grow into a wonderful young woman." Drawing away from Jamie, Petunia looked into Jamie's eyes and continued, "Your punishment is two days house bound and extra chores. Also we will not be going back to Diagon Alley until after your next meeting at Gringotts. Also know that when rules are broken it is not just the rule breaker that gets punished but that punishment has far reaching effects on others." Petunia paused. "Do Doug and I want to go back to Diagon Alley?" Jamie nodded her head. "Can I go or do anything else but stay in the house with you while you are house bound?" Jamie thought for a moment and shook her head. "See neither Doug nor I broke the rules but we are affected by your disobedience. Is this fair?" Jamie now could not even look at her Mum and silently cried as she shook her head. Petunia lifted Jamie's head and made her look directly into her eyes. "Right, it's not fair, but I will follow through on this punishment so that you learn your lesson. I am glad that you told me the truth right away in the shop otherwise you would have been house bound for a week." Petunia carefully wiped Jamie's face of the tears, kissed her forehead and hugged her.
"Mum I love you so much. I'm happy you love me too. Goodnight." Jamie scooted under the covers and lay down.
Stroking her daughter's hair Petunia whispered goodnight and I love you a final time and then walked out of the room, into the hallway and then stopped. Taking a deep breath in and then letting it out slowly, Petunia then continued into Doug's room. Doug was also tucked into bed waiting for his Mum's goodnight.
Sitting on the bed beside Doug, Petunia reached out her hand and stroked his hair. "Honey, I'm a bit concerned about your feelings today. A lot of things happened today, especially to your sister. We also did quite a bit of shopping, even pets too. I noticed you got a bit grumpy about Jamie getting a pet after I had said no more buying. What was going through your mind?"
Doug looked at his Mum then the owl and back again at his Mum. With a sigh and slumped shoulders Doug began to talk. "I was upset with Jamie getting a pet and us going to Grandpa Hugh's shop when she had disobeyed. But I got stuff there too and I just…it didn't seem right for her to get more when she had done wrong. She's getting all this gold and stuff and magic and well, I haven't and I even have to share you too. It's not fair Mum. Then I get upset for being like this 'cause I got presents too and a pet." Doug groaned. "I am just upset and I don't want to be."
Reaching for her son and holding him close; Petunia quietly comforted him by rubbing his back. "Oh Doug I really do understand. I felt exactly like that when it happened to my sister, Lily. I chose her to be my sister and these strange things began to happen to her. Then she made a friend from the next street over across the park. I felt so different from them and I felt very jealous of the boy. I got angry at them both and tried to keep Lily away from him. I was scared of magic and what it could do, it seemed so wild. Then my sister got her letter from Hogwarts. It was another thing to take my sister away from me. I even wrote to them asking if I could go too." By this time Doug's eyes were widened in surprise at what had happened to his Mum. "They wrote back that I couldn't go as I was a muggle. That letter turned my frustration and fear into anger and resentment. My sister was so happy to go and I was scared of losing her further. I called her and her friend mean names. I was so cruel to them both and it caused a huge riff between us. One that was only resolved today with my sister's letter. Doug you need to talk to me about how you are feeling about what's happening with Jamie. I don't want to see history repeat itself between you and Jamie."
Doug had cried a few tears while his Mum spoke. Now he felt even more drained emotionally. "Mum, I will talk to you and try not to be upset about this stuff with Jamie. It's just hard."
Petunia ruffled Doug's short blonde hair and smiled at him. "I know you will do your best sweetie. I'll always be here for you. Would you like to go with Jamie for some of her lessons, if it's appropriate of course?"
"Yeah, doing things with Jamie will be fun I think." With a cheeky grin Doug continued, "Maybe we can teach you how Lords and Ladies do things. Or maybe do a prank or two."
With a mock scowl at her son, Petunia replied, "Oh really, you think so do you?" suddenly Petunia started to tickle Doug but stopped after a minute.
Doug stopped giggling and with a huge smile on his face confessed, "I really like the owl Mum. I know it's not just mine but thanks for getting it."
Petunia stroked Doug's face and whispered goodnight and I love you, which Doug copied back to her. With that Petunia left Doug's room, checked the house was secure and slowly got herself ready for bed.
Sitting down on her bed, she turned off the lamp beside her bed and scooted under the covers. Laying down she looked at the other side of her bed. Her hand reached out to the empty space, gave a caress or two and with a sigh her hand curled into a fist as she drew it back to her body. Sometimes it's just so hard to be alone raising children. Not that I miss Vernon but that I miss sharing the burden of life's decisions. The feeling of being alone feels so overwhelming at times, especially at night. Second guessing my decisions are a bad idea. It would just be nice to lean on someone else for a bit. Oh and I will have to pay Jamie back for the pets and clothing. With a final sigh Petunia closed her eyes and a smile began to grow across her face. My sister forgave me! I have peace finally in my life. I can't wait to go back to Diagon Alley and look up books about potions. Looks like magical potions may be our home business after all. I have to remember to ask the Goblins about testing Doug and I to see if we have any magic…With that Petunia fell into a deep, well deserved sleep.
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Earlier that day, while Jamie had closed the door to the Trunk Shop on her first visit and just missed being seen and seeing the boy she had healed. Draco and his Father, Lord Lucius Malfoy, entered the shop of Twilfitt & Tattings, which was beside Ollivander's Wand Shop. Lady Narcissa Malfoy looked towards the door with concealed curiosity when the patrons and owner let out gasps and then the very air seemed to grow still with a stunned silence. Narcissa's back straightened and her eyes betrayed her shock at seeing her husband beside her son, who had a bloody hand covering his face.
Swiftly walking towards her husband and son, Narcissa's eyebrow arched in silent enquiry. Lucius drawled, "A silly red-haired six year old boy attempted to start a brawl outside the Quiddich shop to obtain his brothers' sweets. He was unconcerned for the other boys about who couldn't see him and hurt Draco. Neither he nor his screeching Mother offered their apologies or help and just walked away, though the twin older brothers did at least apologize for the hurt Draco received." Sure that his goal had been achieved and those in the room would enact proper punishment to those deserving, he continued, "Let's go home."
With a final quick word of instruction regarding her shopping, Narcissa left the shop as Lucius held the door open for her. They quickly walked to the apparition point on the other side of Ollivander's, with Draco between them, leaving behind society's elite and the shop owner gossiping about what had just happened. They knew exactly who it was with those worded clues of "screeching Mother" and "red-haired" and "twins". Soon it would flow through the magical world in London that Mrs. Molly Weasley was the worst sort of mother with a nasty rude spoilt little boy. Lucius had achieved his aim of embarrassing them for their conduct towards his son, while sparing the twins as much as possible. It did not pay to annoy or be rude to any Malfoy, society would see to it.
Narcissa was quite concerned over her son and was barely restraining herself to a quick walk to the apparition point. Once they were within their house, Lucius reassured Narcissa that Draco wasn't badly hurt at all, that he had no cuts on his face or hand. With a wave of his wand Lucius removed the blood from Draco's hand and face.
"Thank you, Father. Would you please remove the blood from this handkerchief as well, but I do want to keep it. It's from the girl who helped me." Draco requested.
"Certainly son, hold it steady." With another wave of his wand Lucius silently removed the blood from the handkerchief. Watching his son carefully inspect, then fold the handkerchief and place it into his pocket, Lucius raised his eyes to his wife to share a certain look of surprise over their sons' actions. "Are you hurt anywhere son?"
Draco let out a silent sigh and replied, "Yes Sir, the back of my head."
Narcissa carefully carded her hand through her son's hair and immediately felt the bump. Lucius careful felt the bump as well while Narcissa spoke to her son. "Dragon, it hasn't bled and you will be taking a pain reliever potion as I'm sure it is painful." Narcissa pulled Draco into a hug. "Don't worry you will be healed in no time." Then she paused, inspected his face and spoke again. "I don't see any cut on your face at all."
"But it hurt really bad and was bleeding a lot. Oh!..." Draco looked puzzled for a moment and then started to slowly smile. "It was the girl that helped me." Draco's smile turned into a frown when he realized he had not obeyed the girls whispered, don't tell.
"Let's go into the Family Room for tea and discuss what happened there." Narcissa spoke with a soft, cultured tone but also one that meant compliance was not optional. Lucius and Draco followed her.
Once everyone was settled, Draco had taken his potion and tea had been poured, Narcissa merely arched her eyebrow at Draco to begin his story.
Draco, although now reluctant to speak, spoke of all that had happened on the street. Finally ending with, "I didn't know what she had done exactly, just that it didn't hurt anymore but felt kind of warm. She told me not to tell and I just did." Draco was looking sternly at his parents, "Promise you won't tell anyone please. It's the least I can do after she cared for and healed me."
Sharing another look, Lucius and Narcissa agreed they would tell no one about how Draco had been miraculously healed.
Narrowing his eyes Draco snootily enquired. "Father, what is the last name of that Ron boy? I will get my own revenge for his rude assault upon me."
"Draco while I admit your right for revenge, I have already taken care of it with what I said within the shop." Lucius looked intently at his son's face. "Malfoys do not need to sully their hands with vengeance when truthful words are spoken and others are readily able to tell of the offense received and enact punishment for us. Subtlety uses your power to ensure maximum punishment." Draco looked a bit puzzled. "Those women will gossip to others, who in turn will gossip to others and so forth until it reaches the ears of Mr. Weasley who will be embarrassed by his family's conduct in public. If his boss questions him, which is entirely likely, it could cause him to be seen as too easy going and unable to control his family. No boss would likely put such a person in charge of important tasks. Mrs. Weasley will be shunned by higher society, though there is not any difference there, but she will be ridiculed, possibly shunned, by her own society. The twins will receive positive attention for their own actions. Most will feel pity for their unavoidable circumstances of birth and will be willing to lend a hand or at the least an eye to watch their progress. You have nothing else to gain by crying for your vengeance. In fact you have much to lose if you attempt it. Rising above it, you will be seen as worthy of praise for your restraint. People will also be watching you to see your progress. If you chose not to rise above it, you will be seen as petty and a spoilt brat, unworthy to be acknowledged, which would be used to discredit myself and your Mother. Use this wisdom Draco and live up to the name of Malfoy. Think before you act. There are many ways to achieve your goals in this life."
"I will think on this Father and thank you for your words." Draco paused and then continued in a puzzled tone. "Father how did you know what happened to me? I didn't tell you until we got home."
Lucius tried to hide his smirk, "No you didn't tell me, but your brain was shouting very loud about what had just happened. It was easy enough to determine what happened to you. My apologies if I have offended you."
Draco sighed, "I accept. Father I think I need to learn to hide my thoughts. I don't mind if you or Mother hear them but I don't like others to."
Nodding his head, Lucius commented, "I agree, it is time to start learning Occlumency, which will hide your thoughts from people trying to enter your mind using Legilimency. We will start the beginning of next week."
Narcissa spoke, "Draco do you know the girl or her name that helped you? Had you ever seen her before?"
Shaking his head Draco replied, "No Mother, I have never seen her before. Nor do I know her name. I wish I had said thank you to her. It just happened so fast and then she was gone. I wish I had a picture of her." Draco sighed.
Sharing another look, Narcissa gave a brief nod to Lucius. "That may be possible my dear. If you think of the girl, remembering what she looked like and what she did, your Father will copy that memory. He will then place it within a pensieve and watch that memory. Taking a picture will be easy at that point and he will give you that picture."
Draco thought hard about it. "I won't be missing the memory of what happened or of her will I? I don't ever want to forget."
"Rest assured Draco, we are only copying the memory not removing it. Although that can be done, we will not do that to you." Lucius reassured his son.
"Alright Father, please copy my memory." Draco was still a bit apprehensive but trusted his Father and Mother. He also desired to have a photo he could look at.
Lucius copied his son's memory storing it within a vial Narcissa summoned to her. Sending Draco off to rest and play quietly in his room, they entered Lucius's study and poured the vial of memory into the pensieve. Lucius summoned a wizards' camera and with a final look at each other they clasped hands and entered the memory.
When they emerged from the memory, Narcissa was furious beyond words of what had happened to their son and yet both were deeply grateful to the young girl. They knew Draco would have been scarred for life without the intervention of the little girl. They also would keep a copy of her photo and if possible try to find out who she was, so they could express their appreciation. Then they remembered their promise to Draco of not telling. While they were sure they could easily find her or hire someone to do so, they assumed there was no need as they would meet her through society soon enough. After all she was easily recognizable with that black hair and those brilliant green eyes, and she must be in society given her manner of dress and gentle manners. Perhaps she had recently returned from abroad. What intrigued them both were Draco's obvious infatuation and her healing abilities. Lucius wanted to discuss this with his friend, Severus Snape, but was bound by his promise.
That evening Draco received his photo which he placed on his bedside table. He watched the photo for quite awhile, examining her gentle smile spread slowly upon her face. He noticed she had a dimple in each cheek when her smile reached its brightest. He wished he knew her name. After a goodnight from his parents, he fell asleep to dream of green eyes and her hand upon his face, giving him comfort and peace.