Chapter 4:

Harry reached the Cauldron in minutes. He got off the bus with shaky feet but luckily his balance came back pretty quickly. Harry adjusted the duffle bag around his shoulder as he walked into the dainty pub.

The inside was pretty quiet, it was only the early evening so obviously a pub like this would be not very busy.

Harry sat down on a stool in front of the counter and looked at Tom, the barkeep wore a white shirt and a brown vest with a black bowtie completing his victorian age bartender look. He waited for a moment before Tom noticed him and approached the young wizard.

"Mr. Potter, so nice to see you," Tom smiled as he extended his arm.

"Hello Mr. Tom," Harry shook the man's hand, "how are you?"

"Oh I'm fine, couldn't be better. And please just Tom, after all that is what everyone else calls me," Tom chuckled as he prepared a glass of water and gave it to Harry, "now what brings you here so soon? I remember you and Hagrid walking out of here just an hour or so ago."

"Yeah, me and...well me and my family aren't really getting along," Harry sighed, "anyone, it's not really important. I was wondering Tom, do you happen to have any rooms available?"

"Why yes I do," Tom smiled, "I have several rooms free. How long will you need said room?"

"Ah, the summer," Harry rubbed his neck, "all summer long."

Tom blinked, "really? Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, "yeah, I'm sure."

"Well…..it won't come cheap you know," Tom rubbed his chin [what do I do? I don't want to charge the poor boy, but I need the cash. I doubt he has that much money, maybe he could work here something for food and boarding.]

Harry snapped to attention, "maybe I can work it off? It's not like I'm doing anything else this entire summer, and I'm not really a stranger to hard work."

Tom blinked, "that's amazing, I was just thinking the same thing. I'm sure you have money Harry but I doubt you would enjoy spending so much," Harry nodded, just because he had money didn't mean he wanted to spend it. Miserly habits for the win!

"So what do you have for me?" Harry asked.

"Hm, well you could work the table around here, maybe even sever a few drinks. Wait, do you know how to cook?"

Harry nodded, "yes, but only the muggle way, I'm still a student so I can't use cooking charms, not that I know any…."

Tom waved off Harry's concern, "nonsense, you can learn them easily enough. But you're right, underage magic is a big no no. Hm….but it doesn't matter. If you can pull your own weight, and if your cooking is actually any good, then I would love to have you on board."

[Plus he's Harry Potter, once people get wind that he's working here attendance should increase by a 100 times!]

Harry was hurt on the inside when he heard Tom's inner thoughts. It may have been a foolish idea, but Harry thought the man genuinely cared for him. But it was not to be, and besides, it's not like Harry had any say in the matter.

"So boss, when do I begin?" Harry asked as he masked his anger at being used as a crowd generating tool.

"Well how about tomorrow?" Tom offered, "here," he took out a single room key, "room 9. Go up and settle in, then come do and look around, see what I do, try to learn what the job consists off."

Harry took the offered key, "got it," 'and while I'm downstairs doing that I'm sure you'll make sure everyone can see. Basically you just want to advertise the great boy-who-lived.'

Harry took his duffle bag and went upstairs, as he did the young psychic took a sneak peak into Tom's head once more.

[I sure hope the kid's okay, maybe I should talk to him about his family...hm, maybe I should notify the ministry, they should know about child abuse cases.]

Harry was surprised, he didn't think Tom cared. He just thought the man wanted to exploit his fame. Guess just because you use someone doesn't mean you don't care about them.

Harry sighed, he was slowly realising just how much of a burden it was to be able to read other's minds. He could imagine the shit other people were thinking, he knew he should respect their privacy, but Harry couldn't. When faced with a choice of knowledge and ignorance Harry knew he could never chose ignorance, he lived like that for too long.

Harry quickly went to his room, it was nice, kind of small but definitely bigger than his room at the Dursley's. Harry had a single person bed tucked in one corner with a closet and a shelf. He also had a table and chair with a wizarding radio set up.

Harry quickly unpacked all his stuff, the duffel bag was almost tearing itself by the seems. He stacked the books on the shelf and tossed the rest in the closet. He didn't have much clothes, just a few shirts and a single set of jeans. Plus a robe, but that wasn't much.

Harry knew he would have to go clothes shopping soon, maybe he could look around Diagon Alley when he's free.

Harry then washed up in the shared bathroom on the floor and quickly went down to meet Tom. By now the bar was nearly full, people were chatting up a store, several of them were shoppers returning from a busy day.

"Looks like you have your hands full," Harry said as she took a seat on the counter.

"Aye, but that just means good business," Tom replied as he used his wand to polish several shot glasses. He looked to Harry, "now, look and try to figure out how this works. I talked it over with the rest of the staff and we decided for now you would be best as a busboy. You clean up the tables and any spills caused by the people. After that maybe we'll talk about you working the kitchen."

Harry nodded, "sound's great. So what exactly am I supposed to do. I mean, I just have to mop up after people, I've been doing that for years. Why exactly do I have to sit and watch."

"Sod off mate!" CRASH!

Harry winced as he turned to see two wizards currently engaged in a fist fight. Everyone around them moved to give them space while the two wizards hit each other with whatever they could grab.

"That's why," Tom sighed as the bar keep rushed to stop the fighting.

Harry watched as the man quickly talked the men down. He found out what happened and then promptly kicked the offender out of the pub. Harry then watched silently for the rest of the night as Tom and his workers managed to maintain order in the pub.

Harry finally understood why Tom wanted him to observe and not do anything, he wanted him to learn how to move between the roaring crowds. It was almost like an artform, and Harry intended to learn it.

A week later;

Harry quickly finished cleaning up the vomit on the floor as he put away his bucket and mop. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a mug of water quenching his thirst.

The week had been a hard one for Harry. His work was demanding to say the least. Over the week Harry had been on his feet non stop. He had mopped and cleaned this place at least 40 times, that was more than 6 times a day!

But the perks were worth it. Harry had basically gotten a blank cheque when it came to the food served, something Tom regretted but was too prideful to take back. Harry had eaten like a man stranded on a deserted island. Hell, at one point it actually looked like he might become fat!

But the work he did kept him fit and thanks to that and all the food he ate Harry slowly started to develop some body mass. He grew a few inches taller, he now stood at 5 feet 3 inches and didn't look anorexic now.

Harry had also quickly become a local celebrity, of course he already was one but now people could meet him face to face and talk to him. At first Tom didn't like Harry spending so much time talking to people while on the job, even though attracting people's attention was on of the reasons he hired him, but it brought good coin so he let it go.

Harry on the other hand loved it when people came up and talked to him. One of his greatest regrets had been not talking to enough people and making enough friends. He honestly didn't want to be one of those people who went through life without even living it.

Whenever Harry made a new friend or a new enemy a rush went through him. He felt so happy, the people he meet, the things he did, it was proof that he was more than just his legacy, he was Harry Potter, the nice young man working at Tom's pub.

Slowly the locals and the regulars became less and less star struck, they started seeing Harry as more of a person than the defender of good and what not.

But that was not all Harry did. Ever since he really started to use his psychic powers the boy who lived started to realise just how much he was changing.

Before he needed to mentally tell himself to read another person's mind, now however he did it automatically. It may have been an invasion of privacy, but for some reason Harry didn't feel like it was. People assume that what they say is different from what they think, it's not, in fact most of the time they are the same.

They are few exceptions, the first being people who want to scream at you, but refrain from doing so out of politeness. Harry often times fell in that category, he tried to be a patient and helpful soul, but his temper and new attitude to life kind of kept getting in the way.

Then there were the liars, those that purposefully lie right to your face with a smile. Harry had no problem invading those people's' privacy. In fact once Harry helped Tom get rid of a con man by reading his mind and figuring out his tricks.

Then come the people who daydream far too much, often times going into extremely perverted lengths that they might be embarrassed about if anyone knew.

But that again wasn't really that big a deal, after all Harry knew from personal experience that 1 out of four people are always thinking about sex. And yes that included the women, especially the women.

"Harry, you done?" Tom walked in and saw Harry finishing up his mug of water.

"Yup, just got done boss, why? Do you have something for me to do?" Harry asked as he washed his face in the sink.

"Yes, I figured it's about time you learned how things worked behind the bar," Tom waved over Harry and he followed the bar keep out to the bar.

"Now the first thing you need to know about are the drinks," Tom stated as he stepped behind the counter pointing at various bottles and stating their names and years. Harry was completely lost at first, but luckily it seemed that his head got all that information stored up nice and tight. The moment Tom started to quiz Harry about different drinks the answers simply flowed out of the boy's mouth.

"Well, I'm impressed Harry, you didn't miss a single one," Tom smiled, "let's see how you do tonight."

Harry nodded, "won't let you down boss."

"I know you won't, now come on, I need to show you where we keep the ice."

That night Harry was swamped with work. He never realised how agile and precise a barkeeper needed to be. He was initially stunned by the flow of work that came his way, but luckily Tom realised Harry might freeze and so he screamed at the boy to move.

Soon Harry was serving drinks like a pro, well mostly. He never got an order wrong, mostly because he cheated and read the person's mind before giving them their drink.

"Alright Mr. Fourthree, one Gin on the rocks," Harry placed the drink in front of the customer, "and yes, I didn't forget to put the ice."

The elderly wizard smiled, "thank you dear boy," the man took the drink and tasted it, "ah, just the way I like it. Thank you Harry, I'll be sure to leave a big tip for this."

Harry smiled, "anytime sir. Give my best to the misses," Harry then moved on to the next customer, a young man who was looking very nervous, "alright mate, what'll you have?"

"A-a bottle of firewhiskey please," the boy asked [Please don't figure out I'm underage, just give me my drink and I'll be gone.]

Harry chuckled at the young man's mental rant causing said boy to stare Harry down. It was honestly an amusing sight for the twelve year old, considering just a month ago Harry was facing a basilisk, compared to that this 15 year old boy was a joke.

"Aren't you a little young to be ordering firewhiskey?"Harry asked slyly.

"Aren't you a little young to be working in a bar?"

"Not really," Harry shrugged, "in the muggle world yeah, there is a rule about child labour, but the wizarding world has no such rule."

"Well it doesn't matter, just give me my drink," the boy snapped.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "you really shouldn't talk to me like that. One word from me and Tom will throw you out and ban you for life."

The boy gulped, "ah, please don't. I was just trying to by some alcohol for this party my friends and I are having."

"You do realise you don't' need alcohol to have a fun time right?" Harry smiled slyly, "after all that is what all the anti-drug campaigns say."

The boy groaned, "look how about this, I'll give you an extra galleon to keep this quite."

"Mate are you seriously trying to bribe me?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow leaning on the bar.

"Ah…no," the boy blinked, [SHIT! If my mom finds out I'm dead!]

Harry smiled, "go home mate, I promise I won't tell Tom, but I better not see you here any time soon."

The boy groaned, "and who the hell are you to tell me anything pip squeak?" The boy stood up towering over Harry, "you aren't even up to my bloody shoulders!"

"And yet I'm the one who can serve you alcohol, and so that means what I say goes, and I'm telling you to get out," Harry glared at the boy.

[Why this little shit! I ought to punch him in the face!]

The boy drew back his fist but Harry already knew what was coming. The fist flew threw the air and Harry moved back to avoid the punch. Harry then reached out with his mind and grabbed the teenager's head slamming it into the ground hard breaking his nose.

"What the hell is happening here?!" Tom roared as he approached Harry. The entire pub had gone silent as they all turned to watch the teenager from before holding his now bleeding nose.

"He tried to punch me," Harry replied, "I informed him what that was a bad idea."

"Harry we do not hit our customers! No matter how rude they may be!" Tom yelled before turning to the boy who was now smirking at Harry's scolding, "and you!"

"MEP!" the boy squeaked.

"I know you, your Rony Juniour, yes? And more importantly I know your mother," now the boy looked horrified, "if you don't leave by the count of three I will floo call her and tell her what you did. One, two-"

SLAM!

Rony ran out the pub so fast Harry swore the guy was half unicorn. Tom sighed as he took out his wand and cleaned up the blood on the counter. Slowly the pub returned to their golly tone as Tom took Harry to the side.

One long lecture later about ethics and Harry found himself back behind the counter, only now he wasn't allowed to move around. He was assigned three seats and was told not to serve anyone not sitting in said seats.

Harry was bored, he didn't have anything to do. Just as he was about to pack it in someone sat down right in front of his little section of the bar.

"Hello, welcome to the Leaky Cauldron," Harry said with a smile, "what can I get you?"

"A shot of firewhiskey and a plate of chicken wings," the woman sitting across from his asked. She wore a tight set of robes that were dyed maroon with a set of legging and armor underneath. She looked like a warrior and carried herself with the grace of one. Her eyes were the shape of round olive with silver grey eyes twinkling at Harry.

"Right away," Harry quickly sent a note to the kitchen for the wings while he poured her a shot of firewhiskey.

The woman took the offered shot and put it back in one swing. Harry whistled, "wow. Bad day huh?"

"Kid you don't even know," the older woman ran her hands through her short neon pink hair. It was a strange colour Harry would admit, but then again his first Defence of the Dark Arts teacher had Voldemort in the back of his head instead of hair so it wasn't the weirdest thing Harry had seen.

"So what's your name?" Harry asked as he polished a shot glass, "haven't seen you around."

"Name's Tonks kid," the woman smiled, "and yeah, I've kinda been busy the past few months. Didn't realise Tom had gotten such a cute assistant."

[There's something familiar about him….but what?]

Harry smiled, "yeah, I kind of ran away from home, figured I could stay here until Hogwarts started again. But Tom didn't like me spending so much of my money here so he allowed me to pay off my rent through work."

"Nice, didn't see many kids you age working," Tonks nodded in approval, "God knows I didn't."

"So what do you do Tonks?" Harry asked, "you don't look young enough to be a Hogwarts student."

The pink haired woman chuckled, "guess."

Harry smiled, he didn't need to. [The kid has a good eye. Wonder if he'll spot wand holster and connect it to my auror training.]

"Your training to be an auror," Harry smirked as Tonks' jaw dropped down, it looked broken.

"How the hell did you know that?!" Tonks yelled out.

"You have a wand holster on your wrist, plus you know the fact that you're covered from head to toe with armour," Harry smiled as he took away Tonk's empty shot glass.

"Damn..." Tonks said, "you're pretty good kid, what's your name?"

"Harry, Harry Potter," the moment he said that Tony's eyes went to his scar only to find his hair covering it up. Harry chuckled, "yeah sorry about that, I had Tom put a hair growth charm on me so that I could cover up the ugly thing," Harry pushed the bangs to the side displaying the now 'X' shaped scar.

"Amazing," Tonks said as she stared at it. Slowly her hair began to change shifting from short and pink too long and red.

Harry blinked, "whoa, how are you doing that?"

Tonk blinked, "what do you-oh! Right, you don't know. Well you see-" [I love this part! The moment I tell him I'm a metamorphmagus he's going to flip!]

"Your a metamorphmagus," Harry cut in before Tonks could finish speaking. Thoughts went by faster than words, hence Harry was able to read her mind and cut her off.

"Yup, right again," Tonks shifted through various ridiculous hairstyles in front of Harry's own eyes. One second she had a blue afro the next a blonde curls that reached the floor.

"I didn't realise you could be so imaginative with your powers," Harry said in astonishment, "can you change your face as well or is it just the hair?"

"Nope," Tonks then changed her face and next thing he knew Harry was staring at his own face, only difference now was that he had breast.

"Okay, that is freaking me out," Harry shivered, "please change back."

"Why? I think this face is cute," Tonk winked.

"Yeah, and I agree, but if you don't change back now I might get scared for life," Harry looked at Tonk's breasts and the woman smiled.

Suddenly the previously medium sized molds started to now looked like two oversized water balloons and Harry didn't know whether he should be impressed, scared or turned on. And for some reason his hormonal teenage decided to do all three.

"W-woah," Harry swore a butterfly must have flown into his mouth at some point, but he didn't care.

"You know there is something to be said about a guy who can get a boner from looking at himself with huge tits," Tonks chuckled as she immediately shrunk her bust back to their normal size, much to the disappointment of Harry.

"Alright I'll admit it, I'm impressed," slowly a plate of chicken wings floated towards them. Harry grabbed it and placed it in front of Tonks, "here, consider it on the house."

"Really? I didn't realise you could do that?"

Harry shrugged, "I'm sure Tom will just dock it out of my pay. After all what's he going to do? Fire the famous boy who lived?" Harry spat his title.

"Eh, don't like that nickname huh?" Tonks started munching on her free chicken wing.

"No, can't say I do," Harry grumbled, "ever since I started Hogwarts it's been boy who lived this or boy who lived that. Stupid monkeys."

"Woah there Potter, you look mighty angry there," Tonk pointed a chicken wing at him, "you need to get that temper under control."

Harry sighed, "I know, I know," Harry looked out of the corner of his eye and noticed a shot glass slowly float back to the ground, he had gotten better at setting things down, at least now whenever he got angry he didn't destroy his room or something.

"Damn, you know you remind me of your mother," Tonk chuckled, "boy did she have a temper on her."

"Wait, you knew my parents?!" Harry asked slamming his hands on the desk.

Tonk stood up straight, "ep! Y-yeah, I knew your parents, didn't I tell you that?"

"No!"

"Okay okay! Shesh, come down. Yes, I knew your parents, but only when I was very young. I was like 6 or something when I first meet them...come to think of it that was also around the time I meet you."

Harry blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry you lost me."

"Well you see my parents and your dad's friend were really close, so we used to hang around before...well you know."

"No, I don't," Harry narrowed his eyes as he read Tonks' mind.

[Why doesn't he know that his parents went into hiding because of the prophecy? Shit! Stupid Tonks stupid! Dumbledore probably didn't tell him, meaning there is a reason for that!]

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Tonks, what aren't you telling me?"

Tonks gulped, "well….ah, shit, what the hell, I'm screwed anyway. What happened is you parents were being targetted by you-know-who. So in order to evade him they hide under something called the Fidelius charm, a protection charm that hide a plot of land from everyone. The land basically disappeared and the only ones who know it even exists are the ones who cast the spell and the secret keeper."

"So….this secret keeper kept the secret of where my parents were hiding?"

Tonks nodded, "yeah….and eventually he betrayed them."

Immediately a name came to Harry's head, "Sirius Black."

Tonks looked at Harry as her hair and eyes turned black. Her hair grew curly, her cheeks rose up, they became far more prominent, almost like Malfoy's.

"How do you know that name?" Tonk asked.

"I got it out of Hagrid," Harry replied honestly, the woman had been honest with him, so far, he owed her a honest answer.

"Dman, Hagrid, should have known," Tonk sighed as she bite into her chicken wing, "anyway...yeah, that's what happened. Cousin Sirius went all dark side and betrayed you parents. He then went after Peter Pettigrew, another one of your parent's friends, and he killed him."

"And now he rots in Azkaban," Harry finished as he leaned on the bar hanging his head, "damn, and to think he's my Godfather."

Tonk smiled sadly, "cheer up kid, I know a thing or two about horrible family members."

"Oh yeah, you said that Sirius was your cousin didn't you?"

"Yes, but I don't mean just him," Tonks sighed, "my mom and I are kind of the black sheep in a family of death eaters, that means we are the only nice guys there. Which is also why we got banished from our family."

"Damn, sorry to hear that Tonks," Harry said as he took out a bottle of firewhiskey, "fancy another glass?"

Tonk chuckled, "you're what? 12?"

Harry nodded, "yeah, and?"

"Nothing," Tonks grinned, "it's just amusing that you're only 12 and you already know the first rule of dating."

"And that is?"

"Always get your date drunk," Tonks chuckled as Harry poured her another shot.

Harry smiled, "well I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Tonks took her drink and swallowed it in one swing.

Soon the two new friends began to chat well into the night. Harry told Tonks about all the friends he made and his two years in Hogwarts. He didn't tell her anything about his yearly 'adventures', she might have been an old friend of his parents but Harry wasn't an idiot. He liked the woman, but that didn't mean he trusted her.

Tonks on the other hand was an open book. It was almost redundant for Harry to read her mind, the young woman literally didn't have a filter from her brain to her mouth.

It seemed Harry's guess about her job was only half correct. She was an auror in training, and the reason she looked so worn out was because her instructor, some crazy guy named Moody, had drilled her into the ground. Poor girl had barely enough energy to eat.

Soon it was close to closing time but Harry and Tonks were still up chatting. Harry knew he would regret it in the morning, after all most of his work consisted of waking up early in the morning and cleaning up last night's mess, but right now he didn't care. He had the undivided attention of a beautiful witch, and for him that was enough incentive to stay up all night.

"So Tonks," Harry spoke up with a nervous look, "I realise we haven't know each other long, and I understand if you don't want to but I was wondering if you could do me a favour."

Tonks perked up, "relax little Harrykins, you're practically family, just ask and it will be yours."

"Well I was wondering," Harry groaned, 'well here goes nothing,' "I was wondering if you could transform into someone or me."

Tonks was shocked still, she didn't even look like she was breathing. Harry grew worried as he immediately dived into her thoughts.

[Seriously? The kid's what, 12? He's 12 and he wants me to transform for him? They guys at Hogwarts were just the same, but I didn't realise that boys could be such creeps at such a young age. I wonder what he'll ask me to turn into, probably some big tit bimbo, maybe some actress or model. Damn it, maybe this is my fault, maybe I teased him to much. Yeah, I need to assert my dominance, show him I'm not just a thing, yeah, I can do that. Have to nip this in the bud right now, can't have him thinking all women are just things to be used.]

Harry wanted to laugh, he really did, Tonks had already gone and thought the worst of him. As a mind reader Harry had a unique insight into the random thoughts of men and women, and Tonks so far had won the cake for the most overactive imagination.

Harry rolled his eyes, "relax, it's not what you think Tonks, I promise."

Tonks seemed to snap out of her inner monologue hearing Harry speak. "Oh? And what exactly do you think I think?"

"I think you think that I want you to transform into some big tit bimbo," Harry smiled as he saw Tonk's startled expression. It was risky, but funny as hell useing the people's own words against them.

"Well then what do you want me to do?"

[Please, please don't tell me to show you my true form, that line is so old. I mean for a 12 year old sure, it would sound sweet and caring, but God, if I had a galleon for all the guys that have used that line on me I would be richer than the Malfoys.]

"I.." Harry took a deep breath and sighed, "I was wondering if you could transform into my mom."

Tonks blinked, "I'm sorry what now?"

"My mom, you said you remember her right?" Tonks nodded, "and well….I don't really know what she looks like. I have seen pictures and...other things, but I don't remember anything else about her and...and it's not fair. Everyone say I look like my dad, so that's done with, but….and I know it's weird, I get it, but…..but I want to know how she would have looked."

Tonks didn't say anything, her mind on the other hand, [this boy is so cute! That's it from now on I'm going to watch over him like a hawk, I don't care if it seems weird, but God damn it I can't say no to him!]

Tonks got off her stool and walked behind the bar and stood in front of Harry. Slowly her features changed, her hair grew longer and became bright red. Her eyes changed to his green hue, and for a second Harry thought she was going to turn into him again, but instead she turned into a woman that Harry was very familiar with.

The last Potter stopped and started at Tonk's form. This form was exactly like the pictures of his mother he had, except it was real. Harry knew it was fake, but he didn't care. He moved his fingers and traced her face, "she was so beautiful."

"She was," her voice was also different, it was gentler, like silk. Tears rolled down Harry's face and he didn't know why. Tonks reached out and wiped his tears, her finger felt so smooth.

Harry could feel her warmth, maybe in another life it would have been his real mother wiping away his tears, but that wasn't the case.

Harry sobbed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this, please change back."

Tonks look like she wanted to argue but didn't. She changed back to her pink hair form, "you okay?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded as he turned away, "I…. I need to be alone. I'm sorry Tonks, maybe we can catch up some other time."

Tonks, smiled, "yeah, sure. That'll be great….guess I'll see you around Harry."

Harry nodded, "I'll see you around Tonks," the auror in training quickly walked towards the exit of the Leaky Cauldron, just as she was about to leave Harry called out, "oh and Tonks….thanks."

Tonks smiled, "any time."

Soon Harry was alone. Tom had already gone to bed, it was up to him to clean up, at least this meant Harry didn't have to wake up super early tomorrow. He would get this done then hit the bed.

Harry quickly began his work as he mopped up all the spilled drinks on the floor of the bar. Tonight had been an emotional rollercoaster for Harry, and quite honestly he was glad it was done with.

But it wasn't all bad, he had meet a very interesting person today, and though their meeting ended in a weird way Harry was glad he had meet her in the first place. Tonks seemed like a nice lady, and Harry was definitely looking forward to see her again. Hopefully the next time won't end with him crying in her arms.

Harry went to his window and threw them open. The night air was cold, it felt nice on his face as he felt the breeze flow past him. He couldn't sleep, his mind to full by all that had happened. He needed to do something, and Harry knew just the thing.

Harry got up on the window sill and jumped out. For a second he was falling, and then he the took off into the sky.

It was hard, Harry had to concentrate all the time else he would fall and die a very messy death. But over the past week he had been working on his flying powers, and while he wouldn't be breaking the sound barrier or anything like that he was getting better at it.

Harry floated past the night sky, he flew higher and higher until he could see the entire of diagon alley underneath him. It looked beautiful from up here, Harry was right now floating 40 foot above ground, the highest he dared to go.

Harry closed his eyes and slowly let the wind pass through his tiny form. He always loved flying a broom, but this...this was far more freeing.

Harry looked up to the sky, the sky was dark, it was a new moon day so he was currently flying in the dark. But it didn't matter, he didn't mind it at all. For now it was just him floating in the sky alone, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

I hope you all enjoyed that, just a chapter to show you where Harry is staying and what he's doing. The next chapter I'm thinking training montage.

Questions-

'Why does Harry have to work?'-Well the answer is simple, would you really want to waste money when you can save it for later? This is Harry, a kid who understands the vaule of money, because he never had anything to begin with. If he was Dudley Dursley, they yeah, he would have spent all the money and not bothered to work. But Harry isn't like that, he's a hard worker, and a little bit of a miser.

And did you all enjoy my surprise! It's Nympha-BOOM! *Explosion*

...Tonks...it's Tonks...sorry...please don't kill me. *Cries