It was the morning everyone headed for Diagon Alley than after Charlie was leaving for Romania to be with his Dragons, him and Juliet not speaking but not for his lack of trying. There was an upside to her being brought up in the manor of pureblood royalty than the down side she feels not every decision will be for others to make. Juliet was sitting in the tattered arm chair waiting as the mass chaos was happening upstairs as everyone rushed to ready themselves for the shopping trip. She was dressed in boots a pair of jeans and sweater her hair a curly mess but tamed enough, Charlie was watching her as she read.

"Well at least two of you are ready, Charlie dear let give you a haircut," Molly's voice chimed in making Juliet look up from her thick book her eyes moving between the two. "No mom," his voice deeper than any other Weasley boys, maybe the twins came in second. Her eyes raked over Charlie his torn muggle jeans his muscles showing his shirt clung to his body, his hair hanging down his dragon tooth earing visible.

"But Charlie,"

"Mom the girl he loves likes his long hair," Fred smirked walking into the room as Juliet snarled, George opened his mouth "Right Juliet," he wasn't fast enough as her book sailed across the room hitting him in his bits, his face was red as he crumpled to his knees, Fred was by his side in a second than Hermione whose face was blood red, damn their bond.

Charlie was laughing as Juliet stormed from the small living room in a huff, nearly knocking Ron and Harry down. "I guess my brothers messed with you," Ginny smiled as she stood next to her best friends.

"Guessed right," Juliet muttered as Hermione smiled as well not at all angry with her sister. Harry and the boys off to the side the twins behind us girls with Charlie behind Juliet.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today... Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!"

And she offered him the flowerpot.

Harry stared at them all watching him.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.

"He's never traveled by Floo powder," said Ron suddenly. "Sorry, Harry, I forgot."

"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"

"I went on the Underground -"

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley eagerly. "Were there escalators? How exactly -"

"Not now, Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before -"

"He'll be all right, Mum," said Fred. "Harry, watch us first."

He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.

"You must speak clearly, dear," Mrs. Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate ...

"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too.

"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly -"

"He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder, too.

"But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?"

"They wouldn't mind," Harry reassured her. "Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that -"

"Well ... all right ... you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going

"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron advised.

"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot -"

"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace -"

"Don't vomit, Potter," the girls smiled at him he already looked rather pale.

"But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George."

Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.

"D-Dia-gon Alley," he coughed.

"Molly, I don't think he is going to end up in the right grate," Juliet said as Molly could only agree with the little Slytherin as they each took their turn, stepping out with Charlie the very last to come through, Gringotts would have to wait until they found Potter who as they knew didn't come out at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Alright boys you go down this way, Charlie and you girls go that way," Juliet was gone with a nod to Mione, she slipped through the crowed heading towards Knockturn Alley where she was sure Potter shot out. It wasn't crowed but the few that were here are very dangerous as she stayed close to the wall her wand out ready to curse the first person who came to close to her, but moments later Potter rushed out of Borgins.

"Potter what the bloody hell," she grimaced as a witch took notice of the two younger ones "Are you lost dearies,"

Juliet smiled, "Bugger off hag unless you want me to use this, believe me I am more than capable. I am Lady Black. I know curses that you can't comprehend," her voice calm as the witch took a step back.

But even more when a voice boomed "HARRY!JULIET! YOU TWO" it was Hagrid as they rushed to him as he carried to massive jugs of something foul smelling.

"I was lost - what were you doing down there, anyway?" Harry stuttered.

"I was lookin' fer a Flesh-Eatin' Slug Repellent," growled Hagrid. "They're ruinin' the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own?"

"We're staying with the Weasleys but we got separated," Harry explained. "I've got to go and find them . . . ."

They set off together down the street.

"How come yeh never wrote back ter me?" said Hagrid as Harry jogged alongside him, Juliet was just walking like it was nothing (he had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrid's enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys.

"Lousy Muggles," growled Hagrid. "If I'd've known -"

"Harry! Jay! Over here!"

Harry looked up seeing Hermione and Ginny standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her, Charlie was walking pasted him heading for Jay.

"We will be talking later," was all that was heard as she walked off heading into the large Wizarding Bank as if Charlie hadn't spoken a word to her. The polished white marble with the long counter tops Juliet walked to a nasty looking Goblin her head held high, like it was nothing they watched her walking away with him.

"Lady Black, we will do as you requested. Now if you will come along with me," Longshanks grimaced leading her down a long corridor.

The young Lady Black walked away with the eyes of the two boys on her, along with two girls but for different reasons all together "It will be fine Hermione, she said she had something to take care of,"

"I know, it's just we have been far away from each other," but she felt calm flow through their bond as two deep voices were also heard "Mia, it will be fine little bird," "No worries love," Ginny was well aware of their soul bond.

The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys vault, once it opened Mrs. Weasley was talking in hurried tones to the Goblin "This must be a mistake,"

"We Goblins don't make mistakes, Madam. A transfer was made moments before into your account." Griphook said in a curt tone as Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione all looked over a few large piles of Gold Gallons and Silver sickles.

"Bloody hell Juliet," was all Ron muttered.

"Ronald," Hermione muttered.

"Don't act like she isn't behind this, Hermione," he said not in anger but awe.

"I wasn't, I am reprimanding your language," was all she said as Ginny smirked. Harry felt even better when they reached his vault now he could buy Jay something nice to get her away from the older boy.

Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a robe shop. Mr. Weasley was insisting on talking to Juliet who hadn't returned yet.

"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks," said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!" she shouted at the twins' retreating backs, who turned giving lavish winks at Hermione who blushed.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat on the steps Hermione refused to leave without Juliet and Charlie refused to let her as well "Thank you for waiting, sorry I had taken so long," they all turned at her voice it was chilled but in control.

She finished, "Come along we need to hurry, don't want to be out in the open for longer than we need," as Charlie fully agreed with her. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Juliet and Charlie strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. Charlie was happy to be with Juliet so he bought four large strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door.

In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. `A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers, "Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating . . . ."

"Go away," Percy snapped. "'Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out ... He wants to be Minister of Magic. . . "Ron told Harry and Hermione in an undertone as they left Percy to it. An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m.

The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies ... Don't push, there ... mind the books, now . . . . "

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside Charlie with his size was intimidating so Juliet was given a wide birth.

A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys.

"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute ...

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet -"

"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron and then he saw Harry and Juliet chatting away he stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter and Lady Juliet Black together?"

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm as Juliet moved with grace to the side avoiding his grasp as Charlie stood blocking him "Don't try to touch my girl again,"

Harry's face burned in anger, but to others it would simply be embarrassment as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

"Nice big smile, Harry," said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page. Better if Lady Black wasn't so stubborn,"

When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography -which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge-" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.

"You have these," Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own -"

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.

"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

Juliet chimed, "Draco, enough. Or didn't you notice he was also trying to drag me up there as well, at least I had a body guard," in a chilled tone as her blond friend cooled his heels.

We noticed Arthur was walking over

"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley."

It was Lord Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.

"Lady Black, I disarray you shouldn't keep such company. Your Uncle and Aunt have sunk pretty low,"

There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!" the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please - please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all.

"Yay, Mr. Weasley, going all Muggle on him," Juliet was cheering loudly with Hermione her laughter like a thunderous bell, her arms over her belly from laughing.

"Break it up, there, gents, break it up -"

Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.

"Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you -" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.

"Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur," said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that - no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter - bad blood, that's what it is - come on now - let's get outta here."

"A fine example to set for your children . . . brawling in public . . . what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought -"

"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity -"

But it was a subdued group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry, the Weasleys, and all their shopping would be traveling back to the Burrow using Floo powder.

Harry took off his glasses and put them safely in his pocket before helping himself to Floo powder. It definitely wasn't his favorite way to travel.

Later that night found Juliet watching from Ginny's window with tears streaming down her face as Charlie walked from the Burrow heading to the hill top, back to his Dragons. He stopped giving her a heartfelt look seeing her tears clear as day, blowing her a kiss before his father ushered him, then he was gone.

"It's rotten luck Jay, but it makes no difference he cares for you and you him," Mione hugged Juliet, Ginny added her own brand of a Molly hug into the mix.

Hey so, I am back. I am 100% going to finish all eight books. Plus my Skyhigh and Divergent ones to lol. Please review…