Harry and Bloom are on a date, shockingly enough.
Another shocker, they haven't been swarmed by reporters from all the newspapers - that would be because they're in the Muggle world.
12 Grimmauld place may technically be a Wizarding World location, but it's located in the Muggle world and hidden from them.
It's hidden from most of the Wizarding World as well, the only people who know about it are in the Order of the Phoenix.
You would never find it unless you knew it was there, and the Fidelius Charm protects its location.
You can't reveal the information unless you're the Secret-Keeper, and the Secret-Keeper has to die for the people who know about it as well to become Secret-Keepers.
Bloom thought that maybe, because she'd died, all the kids they'd trained had become Secret-Keepers as well under the Charm.
Either way, they're left undisturbed at the food stand they're at.
Harry hasn't let Bloom out of his sight since the Battle at the Ministry, not once.
She's found him waiting outside her bedroom door in the morning, and until she falls asleep he sits beside her.
Luckily, her nightmares stopped after the battle in the Department of Mysteries - so the house hasn't shaken once.
Harry looks up from the copy of the Daily Prophet he's reading, then notices Bloom looking around. He folds it in half, keeping the moving pictures hidden, then takes her hand in his.
"Hey, relax. Nobody's going to fling a curse or anything at us."
Bloom smirks at that, and asks "You telling me that, or yourself?"
Harry chuckles and gets up, pulling her up with him.
They pay for their food and leave, taking a walk.
Harry keeps Bloom practically plastered to his side, he's also hardly let her out of arm's reach since the battle where she died then came back to life.
Bloom sighs, and says "Harry, I'm fine. Look at me."
She stops walking, forcing him to either keep going or face her - he faces her.
"Harry, I'm fine. Does it look like I'm a ghost or something?"
Harry doesn't say anything, just wraps her in a hug then kisses her passionately.
When they break a minute later, Harry pulls Bloom up to her tiptoes and into another hug.
"Harry, I'm alright. Listen to me, I'm not going to suddenly drop dead on the ground out of nowhere. I'm still alive, I'm alright."
Harry stares into her bright blue eyes, wanting desperately to believe her and stop worrying so much.
Suddenly, Bloom looks over his shoulder and sees a silver glow.
"Um, Harry? I know I'm not exactly a Londoner, born and bred, but I'm pretty sure the streets don't sparkle silver. Ohmygosh, it's Dumbledore!"
When Harry whips around, he sees Professor Dumbledore standing there.
He waves to them, and they run over fast.
He's studying a perfume advertisement, and absently says "I once knew a Muggle-girl from Liverpool with hair like spun silk, no light could resist it…"
He looks over at them, and says "You've been reckless lately, Bloom, Harry."
Bloom nudges Harry in the ribs, and says "I'd like to spend some time in less crowded areas, but someone here won't let me. He also sticks to me like glue, so…"
Like he's proving Bloom's point, Harry wraps an arm around her waist and gives her a look.
"I like riding around on the trains. It takes my mind off of…things." T
hings like you jumping in front of a Killing Curse!
Bloom looks away, then notices Dumbledore's hand is ash black.
"Ah, yes, rather unpleasant-looking, isn't it? Thrilling story behind it, but I'm afraid now is not the time to tell it. Grab my hand, and don't let go."
Harry and Bloom both grab onto Dumbledore's sleeve, and then suddenly the world goes black and it feels like they're been forced through a very tight rubber tube.
His skull is getting crushed, he can't breathe, it's like there's a weight on him from all sides.
A few moments later, the world reappears and stops spinning shortly after.
Harry asks "We just Apparated, didn't we sir?"
"Yes, and quite successfully. Most people vomit the first time."
Bloom claps a hand over her mouth, then runs to a nearby trashcan.
Harry winces, and says "I can't imagine why…"
He goes and rubs Bloom's back until she can stand up, then they make their way off to wherever it is Dumbledore's taking them.
Dumbledore asks "I assume you're wondering why I brought you here?"
Harry shakes his head, and says "After all these years, I've learned to roll with it."
He's still got his arm around Bloom, who's a little weak from emptying her stomach.
Bloom says "I've seen crazier things. Try fighting a bunch of Ghouls in Gardenia park when you have literally no idea of what's going on or anything to do with magic."
She grins, then motions to Harry that she's okay to walk now.
They get to a small house in a village called Budleigh Babberton, and Dumbledore opens it.
The place is a total mess, the furniture is everywhere and a grand piano is lying broken with all its keys strewn all over the floor.
Dumbledore lights his wand, and calls out "Horace!"
There's no reply, and the three figures make their way to what looks like it might have once been a living room, and Bloom looks up at the ceiling when a drop of something hits her head.
There's a dark substance spattered all on the walls and ceiling, and its bright red when Dumbledore illuminates it.
Another drop falls, hitting Harry's scar this time.
Dumbledore takes a closer look at it before Harry can wipe it off, and swipes his thumb over the spot.
When he tastes the stuff, his expression changes and he goes over to a well-stuffed armchair - and jams his wand into it.
The chair squeaks "Merlin's Beard!" and starts mutating into the figure of a person.
It's a fat, old man in well-worn lilac pajamas.
Bloom thinks to Harry Tell me we're not paying a social visit on a guy who lives like a total pig and has revolting ideas about ceiling painting.
Harry can't answer that, he's got no idea what they're doing here.
The man gets up and dusts himself off, saying "There's no need to disfigure me, Albus!"
Dumbledore smiles, and says "I must say, you make a very convincing armchair Horace."
He pats his stomach, and says "All in the upholstery, I come by the stuffing naturally."
Bloom rolls her eyes, at least he's not like Peter Pettigrew - hopefully.
"What gave me away?"
Dumbledore points up to the ceiling and says "Dragon's blood."
That thoroughly disgusts Bloom, she's always liked dragons.
"Yes, well, I couldn't very well use Wizard's blood, now could I?"
Harry grabs her hand before something can catch fire, just as Horace steps back and catches sight of the two of them.
The blood on Harry's scar makes it a beacon for Horace's eyes, and then he catches sight of Harry and Bloom's joined hands.
Dumbledore says "Ah, yes, introductions. Harry, Bloom, this is an old friend and colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn. Horace, well, you know who Harry is. As for Bloom, he's a friend of his."
Dumbledore whispers "There's some talk that he's the chosen one."
Horace stares at Harry like he's been hypnotized, and Dumbledore asks "So, why all the theatrics? You weren't perhaps expecting someone else, were you?"
Slughorn starts, then stammers "S-someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
Dumbledore raises an eyebrow, and Bloom's seconds away from getting Slughorn's attention to enter his mind - she's been practicing Legillimancy, and it turns out she's rather talented.
She's got a natural predisposition for Occlumency, so Legillimency is basically that in reverse: entering someone's mind instead of making yours a wall.
Slughorn caves at Dumbledore's look, and he says "Oh, all right! The Death-Eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year. Do you know what that's like? One can only say no to these people so many times before they-"
"Take matters into their own hands?"
Slughorn nods miserably, and gestures around the room.
"I never stay anywhere longer than a week. The Muggles who own this house are currently in the Canary Islands."
Dumbledore says "Well, I think it should be put back in order for them, don't you? Mind?"
Dumbledore fixes the entire room without a word, and the dragon's blood disappears from the ceiling.
"That was fun, mind if I use the loo?"
As Dumbledore walks down the hallway, Slughorn calls "Don't think I don't know why you're here! The answer is still no! Absolutely, unequivocally, no!"
Dumbledore doesn't answer, and the silence in the room is almost too awkward to bear.
After a moment, Slughorn says "You look exactly like your father, except for your eyes. You've got-"
"My mother's eyes. Yeah, I get that a lot."
Harry looks away, not wanting to talk about his parents.
Slughorn gets the hint, and turns to Bloom.
"And you, you're like nobody I've ever seen before! I've seen your picture in the newspapers a few times, they say you fought the Dark Lord."
Bloom shrugs, and says "Yeah, I did. Multiple times, with Harry."
He points them to a dresser crowded with pictures of former students of his - but Bloom does not like the way Slughorn's talking about them like they're collectibles or something.
He taught the editor of the Daily Prophet, the current owner of Honeydukes, even the captain of the Holyhead Harpies.
Harry notices a picture of a boy who looks a lot like Sirius - though he's a bit thinner and shorter than Sirius is.
"Ah, that's Regulus Black. I assume you know of his older brother, Sirius. I taught the whole Black Family except Sirius. Shame, I would've liked to have the whole set…"
Bloom can't believe what she's hearing, she resolves right then to not let this guy find out about her powers under any circumstances.
Suddenly, Dumbledore asks "Mind if I take this? I do love the knitting patterns."
Slughorn blinks, and says "Of course. But, you're not leaving?"
"I think I know a lost cause when I see one. A shame, I would have considered it a personal triumph had you decided to return to Hogwarts, Horace. You see, you are like Harry and Bloom here: one of a kind."
They leave the house, but they don't make it ten steps away from the building when Horace Slughorn yells out the front door "Alright, I'll do it! But I want Professor Merrythought's old office, not that water closet you gave me before! And I expect a raise! These are mad times we're living in!"
Dumbledore responds "Indeed they are."
AN: Year six is up! Yes, Harry's still worrying about Bloom - she did die and come back to life after all. So now he is all but chaining her to him - the only think missing is the handcuffs around their wrists. Understandably, he's a little nervous about finding her dead on the floor or something. Keep reading to find out what happens next!