A week later, Harry had gotten through most of the library books and wanted to look through the study. He and Kreacher had developed a routine. The elf would let him sleep until 8:30 and then would shepard him into the Morning Room for breakfast and the news. Currently the house had a subscription to the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler at Harry's request. He would skim through the papers, making a note of who was mentioned as his political knowledge grew. It would only help him to know who's who in the wizarding world. He couldn't afford to be caught clueless anymore. As a Hogwarts student it might have been alright to be unaware of the goings on around him, but now he was planning to make a name for himself and needed to know what was happening around him and to whom.

Normally after breakfast, Harry would trek to the fourth floor and study until dinner, with Kreacher bringing a light lunch around 1:30. So far, he had made progress on knowing in general the process for joining the Wizengamot officially and some of his duties as Lord Black. Unfortunately, the library had limited information on other , Kreacher had ordered him out of the house. He plainly stated that Harry would put on the robes he'd laid out and go outside or there would be consequences.

The spectacled young man didn't doubt the ancient elf at all and so with minor complaints, he put on the slightly out of date robes in sage green and dark blue and apparated to Diagon Alley.

He strolled down the cobblestone path looking through windows. He stopped in front of the book store and thought of how outdated the library in Grimmauld Place was and decided it was due an update. Just as he went to walk through the door, he bumped into a man slightly taller than himself with short cut brown hair and light brown eyes rimmed in gold. He looked oddly familiar.

"Excuse me." the man said in an androgynous tone.

"No, no, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going. Do I know you? Did you go to Hogwarts, I mean?"

He gave a wry grin. "I think everyone on this street went to Hogwarts, mate. But yeah, we were in the same class. I was supposed to go back for my final year as a redo of the effects of the war, but I've…uh…had some family troubles." He kicked a foot against the ground. "So I've decided to take my NEWTs separately."

"Oh me too. Taking NEWTs separately, I mean. Maybe we could study together." He asked nonchalantly while internally screaming. Who asks strangers, admittedly very hot strangers, to study? Harry felt like an idiot. He didn't even know this guy's name.

The man's bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. "I didn't think you were all that excited about Slytherins, Potter."

"I think I could make an exception. But wait I don't really remember you being in my classes I have to say."

"That's on purpose and I'll not be talking my personal business on the street." He said, somewhat coldly.

Harry put his hands up. "Alright, alright. Say, Mr. Anonymous, you wouldn't have any good book recommendations? My family library is rather old and outdated so I'm trying to fix that on top of NEWT studying."

The mystery man cocked his head and looked intrigued. "Yeah, come on, I've got a few books I could recommend. The name's Miles by the way."

Harry smiled and shook his hand. "Harry."

Miles smiled, "I know."

The raven haired boy blushed. "Oh yeah, that. I'd appreciate it if we started fresh."

"Understandable. What sort of books are you looking for?"

"Maybe something on politics to start? Apparently I have a place on the Wizengamot." He furrowed his brow, worried about his upcoming introduction to wizarding politics.

"I can definitely help then. I have to pick up some of the same books. For personal reasons, I never got the Heir training my brother did and now I'm the Lord of my House after a nasty bit of politicking."

Harry looked over at him curiously, a little irked that he had to look up. " Did your Head of House have doubts? You seem capable to me. I mean, just from what I've seen so far."

Miles smiled. "Kind of you, Potter. I was ineligible at first. I'll be correcting it at the next Wizengamot meeting in August."

Harry was still confused but let it go. It wasn't any of his business.

"I guess we'll see more of each other then if you're also joining the Wizengamot."

MIles nodded absentmindedly, picking up books and comparing them.

Harry kept sneaking looks at Miles. He looked really familiar but he didn't remember anyone in his year being named that. He figured it might be embarrassing for both of them if he admitted he had no clue who this was again. He did appreciate the help in the store though. Harry wasn't much of a book person but in the daily studying he had been doing under Kreacher's watch, he could admit he had a reconciliation with reading. He used to read all the time as a child going to the local library as the only brown kid in the upper middle class neighborhood. Not only was Dudley an issue but racist old people who bought the Dursleys' lies and believed the only true British folk were as pale as the milk brought to their door every morning.

He bumped out of his thoughts and realized he was in a section on foreign languages. He looked around intrigued. Apparently he was Indian according to the motto on the Potter crest and the little his grandfather had mentioned. And the Black family was French. Maybe learning a language would help him connect to his ancestors more. He picked up some beginner books just in case. Then , Miles came around the corner.

"I've got your books. Plus a few that are self updating. It's more expensive but I figure you can afford it." He smirked.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah I guess so. Right, well I'll pay for these and I don't know if you have plans…but maybe I could buy you a sandwich?"

Miles blinked bright golden brown eyes. "I've got to buy a book for my sister but that's it. I think I've got time for a sandwich. Sure."

"Right, good then, reckon I'll just go to the till…" He blushed. Why was talking to people his age, especially good looking people, so challenging?