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Chapter Three

“Firstly, when was the
last time
you two spoke with Mr.Potter?”

The young couple
exchanged a look before Hermione
answered, “This morning sir. Why?”

“Well we are worried
about him,” Dumbledore leaned
forward, “We are worried that he might slip away from us. If you know
what I
mean.” He gave them a pointed look, acting.

The couple exchanged a
glance, happy that Professor
Dumbledore understood before Ron spoke, “So are we. Whenever we talk to
him he
ignores us, for no reason at all! He doesn’t talk to anyone anymore
either, at
least not when we are around.”

“Do you know why?”

“No. Not at all.”

Just behind the door
Draco tightened his grip on Harry.
The boy was now shaking with rage at what he was hearing from his so
called
friends.

“Would you like us to
try to get close to him once more
Professor?” Ron asked cautionally.

“I’m not sure
Mr.Weasley. I’m guessing you saw what went
on in the Great Hall this morning.”

“If you mean the
display from Malfoy then yes we did.”
Hermione’s voice was hard.

Harry could hear
Dumbledore nodding, “Do you have any idea
why that happened?”

“None at all.
Personally Headmaster I think it should be
something you need to worry about. I mean Malfoy is a son of a Death
Eater and
I don’t think he can be trusted. Maybe you should put Harry in... I
don’t
know... isolation?”

Harry cracked and
shoved the door open, rolling up his
sleeves as he went. Draco followed but stopped just inside the door.
Thin white
scars littered his arms and thick, obviously new ones danced over his
wrists.
He shoved them under the two Prefects noses and stared at them, his
eyes hard.
Draco gasped, watching in horror and enthrallment.

“I bet you think I did
this
because of Sirius’ death! I bet you think I went silent because I was
depressed! I didn’t! I tried to kill myself
eleven times because of you two! Your evil glares at
me for
thinking before I spoke so I didn’t insult you two on the train. Your
lies to
the Headmaster. And you think I should be isolated! You think it’s me
that you
have to worry about going dark! Ha!
I’m the last person you have to worry about that happening! For all I
care you
can choke and die and you want to know something? I would not cry a tear for you two. You have made my life
this year so far terrible and you think the only reason why I choose to
get
close to Draco was because I wanted to go dark. Well maybe now I will,
it’ll be
only too easy.” He turned to Ron. “I quit the Quidditch team.” Then to
the
Headmaster. “Is there anyway I can get out of Gryffindor house without
really
getting out? I’d still like to loose all the points I can for the house
but I
don’t want to be able to earn any for Gryffindor. Maybe the other
houses but
not my own.”

“There is a way,” Draco
said,
speaking for the first time. He stepped forward and grabbed Harry’s
wrists,
running his thumbs over the white scars. He spoke to Harry but loud
enough for
the whole room to hear. “You can be neutral. When you get points you
can choose
the house they go to but it can not be the house you came from. When
you loose
points it affects that house, just what you want. Quidditch is a story
for
itself. If the person who would like to become neutral is a Quidditch
player
and would still like to play they can choose the team. It can change
every week
for all they care as long as the team captains agree. If you ever want
to play
for Slytherin feel free.”

“How do I do that?”
Harry asked
Dumbledore, who just smiled. Ron and Hermione were shocked.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
Ron shouted,
coming out of his shock. He reached for Harry and gripped his arm
tightly,
spinning the smaller boy around to face his angry face.

Harry’s was
blank as he spoke, “I think I will. Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Let go of me
now.”

“No.”

“Harry, I’m not going
to let you
do this!” Hermione said, grabbing Harry’s other hand, following Draco’s
movement and running her fingers over the scars on his arms. “We love
you
Harry.”

“If you loved me like
you say you
did you wouldn’t have abandoned me. I have new friends now, loyal new
friends.
They are already better than you’ll ever be. Let go of me.”

Draco watched
the display, letting Harry handle it for himself.

“Harry we
didn’t mean it.”

The green eyed
Gryffindor rolled his eyes, “I’m sure you didn’t.”

Hermione smiled
at him, “See, even you agree.”

“It’s sarcasm Granger,
get used to
it,” Draco spoke up and the two Prefects turned their gazes away from
Harry to
the Slytherin bad ass in front of them.

“Stay out of
this you ferret!” Ron snarled.

“I don’t even
understand why the
Headmaster let you Slytherins,”
Hermione said it as if it was a bad word, “back into the school! It’s
obvious
you are all going to become Death Eaters.”

“Miss Granger! I never
expected
you as one to judge so quickly but it is obvious though what you have
done with
Mr.Potter and now that insult to Mr.Malfoy that I think Harry going
neutral is
the best thing for him right now. Fifty points will be taken from
Gryffindor
for that insult Miss Granger,” the headmaster said, looking at the two
Gryffindor prefects over the top of his glasses. “If I hear you say
something
like that again I am afraid I will have to revoke your prefect badge.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would. Let Mr.Potter
go,” Ron
and Hermione dropped Harry’s arms quickly, “Now Harry, as to your
question
about how you become neutral. You have to ask the Sorting Hat.”

“Why?” Harry blinked.

“Because the hat has
to make sure you have qualities of all four houses.”

“It’s always told me
I’d do well
in Slytherin and since I’m a Gryffindor I only really need to check for
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.”

“Not really. You are
loyal to
those friends you have and have to be very clever to plan all those
pranks you
pull,” Draco said and Harry smiled.

“Still we have to make
sure that
Harry really possesses those few traits even though I know he does.
Come here
Harry.”

The green eyed boy let
go of
Draco’s hands and stepped up to Dumbledore, who dropped the sorting hat
over
his head. It still covered his eyes and he could not see Ron and
Hermione’s
faces. The little voice soon filled his head and he did not notice that
it was
speaking out loud.

“We speak again
Mr.Potter. I was beginning to wonder when I would talk
to you once again. I see, here in your head, that you are not happy
with your
choice of Gryffindor. I will tell you again, like I normally do when we
speak,
that you would have done exceptionally well in Slytherin. But now...
Hmm. Let
me see. The last time I did one of these neutral things was back when
your
parents were at school. It was the same for her as it was for you. She
was not
happy being in Gryffindor house as everyone had pushed her away except
for her
best friend, your mother. Why you ask? Simple, she had fallen in love
with a
Slytherin. Gryffindors do not like Slytherins at all you know.

“Anyway I’m glad that
you have come to terms with your other sides.
Yes, you do possess the qualities to be in every house. I dear say that
Miss
Granger is going to have to be careful in her studies or you will, with
no
doubt, surpass her. They are going to have to be very careful too those
Gryffindors, as you will be fiercely loyal to your new friends. Good
luck my
boy. I declare you neutral.”

The hat died on his
head and for a
moment he was scared to take it off of his eyes. But he did not have to
worry
about pleasing them anymore so he reached up and pulled it off his
head. As
soon as the hat was off a felt a tingle and looked down at his school
robe that
he was wearing. The Gryffindor patch that had once been there vanished
and the
school one appeared this one without the Gryffindor lion.
He turned towards the Headmaster, who had a
strange look in his eyes and asked. “Now what?”

Dumbledore snapped out
of his
memories, “Now you continue on with your life how it was. All of your
classes
will remain the same. I shall ask you to let the teachers know at the
beginning
of every class which house you want what points you do get to go to and
please
do not change it with every point given,” he winked at the newest
couple, “I do
believe you have a Miss Parkinson waiting for the two of you. You may
leave.”

Draco nodded and
grabbed for
Harry’s hand. Harry then let himself be pulled out of the office and
the two
walked in silence. Draco desperately wanted to say something but he
held back,
letting his love get everything in his mind straight. Harry stopped in
a sudden
motion and dropped Draco’s hand; he leaned against the wall and covered
his
head with his hands before slipping to the floor, silent but heavy
tears
dripping down his cheeks. Draco, horrified, dropped to his knees and
pulled the
smaller boy towards him, wrapping his arms around him and just letting
Harry
cry.

The two sat there for a
few
moments before Harry wiped his eyes but still clung to Draco. Draco,
while not
quite understanding what had his love so worked up, just stood there as
an
anchor. Harry stepped back in a sudden movement and Draco almost lost
his
footing before he caught himself. He gave the black haired boy a look
and the
boy shrugged.

“I believe we
have a meeting that we are late for.”

Draco blinked and Harry
smirked,
“Come on. You’re acting like Gryffindor. God this is fun I should have
let the
hat put me in Slytherin ages ago!”

Draco grinned and the
two walked
out of the school. Harry stepped forward to walk in front of Draco, who
happily
walked behind him. They made it down to Hogsmeade Village
and Harry stopped. He looked over the small town and smiled wistfully.
Then,
the largest grin that Draco had seen on Harry’s face since last year
crept over
his cheeks and he grabbed Draco’s hand, pulling him into the town and
all the
way to the Three Broomsticks. They walked in, stumbling and laughing
and
tripping over feet.

Pansy noticed them
first and
smiled to herself, watching the two hang up each others robes before
heading up
to Madam Rosetta for Butterbeers. Pansy waved at them and the two,
hitting into
each other every once in a while, walked over to the group of
Slytherins.

“Hey guys!” Harry
chipped in,
causing everyone to look at the once silent boy. “What?”

Millicent smiled,
“Nothing at
all.” She winked at Blaise, who looked between the two and her eyes
widened
before she too smiled.

Pansy spoke up,
noticing the looks
between her friends, “I say we go shopping! We have nothing really
better to do
and I know that since we didn’t get to go to Honeydukes yesterday
because of
the rain that Draco will want to go there. Anywhere you want to go
Harry?”

Harry looked down for a
moment,
thinking if he needed anything besides candy and a thought popped into
his
head, “Yeah, can we go to Zonko’s?”

“Of course!”
Pansy said, happily, smiling at him.

The group of Slytherins
plus Harry
sat around the table, drinking Butterbeer and talking. Harry was silent
at
times, letting the friends chat and catch up but unlike with Ron and
Hermione
he never felt like he was interfering. It was at that moment that he
decided
that every house point he earned would go to the Slytherin house and
that, if
they let him, he’d play for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

“I’m not a Gryffindor
anymore.” It
was sudden and caught everyone’s attention. Draco winked at him.

“What? How? Why?”

“I’m not a Gryffindor
anymore,”
Harry repeated. “How? I don’t know. The Sorting Hat said it was okay.
Why? I
was pretty much kicked out. I had no where else to go.”

“So what are
you?”

“I’m what they call
‘neutral’.
It’s pretty neat. I can give house points, only the ones I earn, to
whatever
house I want to and switch around Quidditch teams, so I can play every
game
that any house plays against Gryffindor but I can never get them points
or play
on their Quidditch team.”

“When did this
happen?”

“Fifteen
minutes ago,” Draco said, shrugging it off.

The rest just blinked.
Harry
looked down at his Butterbeer, thinking that this was a bad idea, that
maybe he
really wasn’t wanted anywhere. He felt a hand on his waist and heard a
chair
scoot closer to his. Draco leaned on his shoulder and reached for his
hand
under the table. They interlaced their fingers and Draco closed his
eyes,
sitting there in peace. They sat there, just like that for a while.

Ron walked up behind
the two of
them while Pansy and the others chatted endlessly.
He sneered maliciously in Harry's ear. "You
fucking bastard. You think you're so cool,
don't you? Getting with the Death Eater's
son. Such a wittle badass aren't you? Pathetic.
So you get all that special --” Before Ron could finish the
sentence,
Harry whirled around and punched him where the sun don't shine. Ron
doubled
over and squeaked. (1)

“Never, ever insult
Draco or
anyone else that I happen to surround myself with for that matter. Get
out of
my site before you have a very pissed off Potter on your rampage.”
Harry
threatened and Ron walked, or more like wobbled, out of the Three
Broomsticks.
The whole place had gone silent when Ron had walked in and marched over
to his
best friend. They had heard every word of what the red head had said,
they were
now worried. Worried that their hero would fall to the Dark Side.
Someone, no
one had ever seen before stepped forward and pulled Harry away from the
Slytherins.

The person, an old lady
with beady
eyes whispered to him, “You need to stay away from them. They are no
good. Come
now and run along with your Gryffindor friends.” She pushed him to the
door and
the lights flickered. He turned on her, his eyes blazing with anger.

“I think I can make my
own
decisions from now on ma’am.” He roughly pushed her away and stomped
out of the
Three Broomsticks. His friends, the Slytherins, grabbed their things
and rushed
after him. They stopped, hitting into the backs of one another but
never
falling because Slytherins don’t fall on their hind ends. It had
started to
rain once more, just a drizzle and the clouds were passing quickly but
it was
enough to make people run for cover.

Harry did not though.
He stood
there, his arms spread, his head up, letting the tears from heaven hit
his face,
wash away his anger. Clean him from his sins. He let the rain wash him,
clean
him, make him wet and he just stood there in peace and Draco
understood. He
understood why Harry was never there when it was raining; he understood
the
reason for the small waterfall in the large room that he had been
standing in
this morning. It calmed the boy. Made him feel clean even after he had
taken
one hundred showers and jumped into the lake. Rain had a way of making
everyone
feel clean and refreshed and that is what Harry loved about it. It made
him
come out of the many boxes he hid himself in, the small squares of
people he
surrounded himself with, the room he hid in, the place he felt most at
peace.
It showed Harry that even though not everyone
was pure something was. Something
wet, something hard or soft or long or short. Something that could make
someone
hate it or love it. Something pure, something like Harry.

Pansy moved to step
forward but
Draco stopped her with an arm and a shake of his head. He turned toward
her and
told her, without really saying anything, to let Harry be. Let him get
wet and
let him be free. They stood there, watching Harry be Harry in public.
Pansy
looked into Draco eyes and blinked as he turned to watch Harry again.
She had
seen something in those eyes that she wasn’t sure about so she watched
Draco
watch Harry and smiled to herself. She leaned near his ear and
whispered, “Just
how long have you loved him Draco?”

Draco did not turn
around and
glare at her, he did not turn his head, he only blinked and responded,
“I lost
count after five years.”

“And just how
long have to two been together?”

A wistful smile
crossed the blonde head boy’s face, “Since this morning.”

Pansy nodded, “He loves
you. It’s
obvious.” She gave his hand a squeeze as the rain slowed to a stop and
the
raven head dropped his arms. He was wet but not too wet. Harry dropped
his head
and took a few deep breaths and Pansy once again tried to step forward,
this
time managing it and walking up to the once Gryffindor seeker. She
stopped
right in front of him, letting Harry see her shoes to know who was in
front of
him. The silence around them was defining but still the black haired
beauty
slipped a finger under the messy haired one’s chin and brought his eyes
to her.
They were the exact same height and their hair was almost the exact
same shade
of midnight black but Harry’s was deeper. They both had rich eyes and
skin and
if they stood next to each other and someone looked at them from afar
you’d
think they almost were twins.

“Do you feel
better now?” she asked softly, worry in her eyes.

He nodded and a petite
smile
crossed her face, lighting up her sapphire eyes. “Wonderful. Now, I
believe you
wanted to go to Zonko’s for some mysterious reason?”

The black haired adonis
nodded and
Pansy, with a flick of her wrist waved the rest over. She slipped an
arm though
Harry’s and smiled at him. He grinned and set a hand on the small of
her back
and the two walked away, silent but speaking volumes. The others,
including the
shocked Draco, ran to catch up, hearing what they were talking about.

“You will have to court
me to the
next ball we have,” Pansy told Harry, looking at him with eyes daring
him to
say no.

“Of course.
Teach me how to dance?” Harry winked.

“Alright.”

The two shrugged,
coming to an
understanding and ducked into the nearest robe shop. Vince and Greg
stopped
while Millicent and Blaise followed, knowing smiles on their faces.
Draco
paused before walking in, leaving the two ‘bodyguards’ outside to pull
faces at
shopping and be manly.

As the blond stepped
inside he
noted that the store was empty and that the lady of it was dotting on
Pansy,
who was looking at the newest style of dress robes with interest. Harry
was at
her side, looking though them also and the two were speaking in hushed
tones.

“Draco
darling?” Pansy’s voice pulled him out of his Harry staring.

“Yes Pansy?”

“Look for fabrics for
Harry for me
please while I have him help me with my own?”

Harry blushed but said
nothing and
Draco nodded, heading over in search for fabrics. He grinned when he
heard
Pansy snap her fingers and a young girl, the exact same one that helped
them
last time, rushed over to her.

“Hello Miss
Parkinson.”

Pansy gave her a look
of disgust
and sighed, “You better get this one right Ebony or this will be the
last time
we ever come here.” She turned towards Harry. “I honestly do not know
why I
came back in the first place. Maybe,” she ran her hand over the soft
fabric in
front of her. “It’s because they do such wonderful work. Parchment and
quill
out Ebony you will not ruin this one.”

Ebony, with her blonde
hair and
blue eyes, pulled out a portable quill and a bit of parchment before
following
Pansy around the shop.

“Alright. I need five
pairs of
tailor made trousers. New Hogwarts robes, no patch on them, seven of
those. Six
or seven plain gray ties, new jumpers and jumper vests, um, three of
each. A
new set of dress robes, go to Draco for the fabric. Lounge robes, once
again
off to Draco for fabrics, six new lounge robes. Hmm. Did they tell you
were
you’d be living, Harry dear?”

The raven head
blinked and nodded his head.

Pansy nodded and
started ratting
off things once again, “New shoes. Hogwarts shoes, three pairs,” she
turned
back to Harry. “What size are you dear?”

“Eight.” He wandered
over to where
Draco was flipping though stacks of fabrics. His eye caught a black one
with
silver trim and he pulled it out of the stack, running his fingers over
it.
“I’d like to make an account here please.”

Ebony and the woman in
charge of
the store stopped before Ebony went back to helping Pansy and the woman
in
charge, a Mrs. Abuchaca, asked for his vault number. Harry stepped
forward and
told the Mrs. Abuchaca, who wrote it
in a large
book and blinked when the name next to the number appeared.

“Is there
anything else you want done today Mr.Potter?”

“Can I please
get a bank statement so I know what I can do?”

“Right away.” She wrote
‘bank
statement’ next to his name and a piece of parchment appeared on the
book. He
grabbed it before she could look at it and looked it over.

He nodded, “Everything
anyone
wants today will go under my account. Do I make myself clear?” He
folded the
strip of paper and slid it into his pocket.

“Yes sir.”

“But Harry
dear, this will --”

“Pansy, do not try to
convince me
not to. It’s my treat for treating me nicely even if you weren’t sure.”

The sapphire
eyed girl nodded and let it drop.

“You must be pretty
loaded to be
able to say that,” Draco’s voice snapped his love out of his thoughts.
He
turned and produced the bank statement strip before handing it to the
blonde.
Draco choked and stared at Harry in shock.

“Then why
didn’t you have better clothing?”

“I went
shopping with The Weasley’s every summer.”

Draco nodded and
slipped the
parchment into his pocket. The two went back to looking at the fabric,
Harry
pulling out the ones he liked. He made a mental note to bring Remus
here one
weekend and order him to pick out fabrics. He dimly heard Pansy ask him
if he
could speak with the headmaster to check to see if the two of them
could come
down here next weekend to make sure all his new clothing fit. He
nodded,
running his hands up and down the soft fabrics, imagining them made
into throw
blankets instead of robes. He thumbed through them until he came across
one
with stars on the edges and snapped to get someone attention, following
Pansy’s
earlier command. Mrs. Abuchaca came rushing over to help him.

“Do you only
make robes?”

“Yes sir.” She
nodded as she spoke.

“Pity because I think
that this
would look wonderful as a large blanket. Don’t you Draco?”

The blonde glanced over
at Harry
from where he was glancing at the emerald green fabrics and looked at
the one
he was referring to.

“Let me guess.
Professor Lupin?”

Harry nodded,
his eyes downcast, a small smile on his face.

“I think I’ll
look amazing personally. Why?”

“His birthday is coming
up and I
never really have gotten him anything but he’s been there for me so
much I feel
as if I need to get something.”

Mrs. Abuchaca, who had
been
watching the two speak, popped in, “I suppose that for you Mr.Potter we
could
make an exception. Would you like anything on it?”

Harry winked at Draco,
knowing he
would get his way, “Yes. I want the name Remus J. Lupin on it and I
want an
embroidered picture on it also.”

“Of course,” she
snapped and a
piece of parchment was in her hands. “Spell the name for me please and
what
would you like on it?”

“R-e-m-u-s.
L-u-p-i-n. A wolf, a dog and a stag please.”

“Where at?”

“In the middle.”

“How large
would you like the blanket?”

“Big enough to
fit a king sized bed.”

“Thick or
thin?”

“In-between.”

“When do you
need it by?”

“Next week.”

Mrs. Abuchaca nodded
and grabbed
the whole role of fabric before rushing off. Harry smirked at Blaise
and
Millicent who were staring at him in shock the whole time. Draco shook
his head
and Pansy went back to ordering Ebony around.

“Oh yes, plain white
shirts. Ten
of those. And socks, 20 sets. Oh and a belt. And we have?”

“Trousers, robes, ties,
jumpers,
dress and lounge robes, shoes, shirts, socks and a leather belt.
Anything
else?”

The black
haired girl asked, “Harry?”

“The blanket
and Pansy some dress robes to match mine.”

Ebony nodded and Pansy
started
pulling pants off the racks, holding them up to Harry before she got
angry and
shoved him into the dressing room with three different sizes of pants,
shirts,
belts and jumpers. It was an hour later when they walked out of the
store with
a promise from Ebony to owl as soon as they were finished with the
order.

Pansy glanced at her
watch and
shoved the boys in the direction of Zonko’s before every one Slytherin
stopped.
The sign above the door now said: “NOW THE HOME OF THE WWW: Weasley’s
Wizard
Wheezes!” and in smaller letters “Dedicated to: The Marauders and HP!”

Harry smiled,
remembering what he
had spent his summer doing. The twins had been so excited about opening
a new
branch of their blooming business that they had invited Harry out for a
week to
help them set up and sign papers. Of course Dumbledore had agreed
because Harry
would have been close to Hogwarts. Harry smiled and entered the store
with
Draco and the others close behind. The Slytherins gasped and scattered,
looking
around at the store in amazement. Harry bypassed it all and headed to
the back
of the store. He walked under the sign that said in big bold blinking
letters
“EMPLOYIES ONLY!” (Spelt wrong on purpose) and knocked on the wall;
bring Fred
out of his day dream. The red head jumped up about a foot in the air
and turned
on Harry with an evil look in his eyes before it vanished all together.

“Harry my boy!” He
clapped to
himself and bustled forward, hugging the wind out of the Potter.
“George!
George! We have a visitor!”

The other twin sighed
and exited
their lab, “Please tell me it’s not Ron again! If he comes back in here
talking
about Harry I swear I’m going to strangle him!”

Harry laughed,
“Not Ron, George.”

“Harry!” The slightly
shorter one
clapped Harry on the back and waved his wand. A loud snap was heard and
the
OPEN sign flipped to CLOSE. “Just how is our biggest sponsor this fine
Sunday
afternoon?”

“I’m fine.”

Fred noticed the robes
first,
“Bloody hell! Ron was right! You went neutral on us!”

Harry looked
nervous, “You two aren’t upset are you?”

“Us? Upset at
you?” Fred said, outraged.

“Never!” The two pushed
him
towards their office and into a chair in front of the large two person
desk.
They pushed a few documents under his nose.

“We need you to
sign a few things for us.”

“Fred was just
Owling you to see if you’d come down. Weren’t you Fred?”

“I was George.
Read them over and sign them please.”

Harry looked at the two
and
grabbed a quill from the pot on the desk. He inked it but stopped,
“What else?”

The twins exchanged a
glance and
George started speaking. Harry had learned how to tell them apart,
something
even the rest of their family could not do, “We feel really bad asking
you this
because of everything you’ve done for us and all.”

“But we really
need this to be able to have a bloody brilliant business.”

“What is it?”
Harry cut in.

They both took
in sharp breaths, “More money. Now we know--”

Harry held up a
hand, “How much?”

Neither twin wanted to
say it;
instead they shoved a piece of paper under his nose on top of the other
documents and closed their eyes. Harry read over all three, including
the one
with the amount of money they needed and signed the two he had to
before
asking, “When do you need it by?”

“As soon as
possible,” they said together, eyes still closed.

“Alright.
Parchment please?”

Their eyes snapped open
and they
handed him a piece of parchment before they watched him write:

To Whom
It May
Concern:

I, Harry
Potter of vault number
six hundred and eighty-seven, hereby give Fred and George Weasley of
Weasley
Wizard Wheezes, permission to take out said amount of money from my
vault as of
November 17^th 1997. If any questions arise please owl me as
soon as
possible. Thank you and have a good day.

Harry J.
Potter

He handed the
letter over to them and they grinned at him.

“Thanks so much Harry!
You’ll
totally get it back from us! Tell Moony we said hello okay?” The
excitement in
their voices was evident and Harry shook his head before nodding to
their
question about Moony. They followed Harry out of the office and to the
front
desk, blinking at the Slytherins who still stood in the front room.

“The store is
closed. How did you get in here?” Fred asked.

“They’re with me.”
Harry told the
twins, hugging each before beckoning everyone else outside. The rest of
the day
went quickly and soon they were walking up the long rode to Hogwarts
for
dinner.

________

(1) This whole
paragraph was written by one of my dear
friends driven to insanity. I love you Stephanie!!! Everyone say thank
you to
her cause I was stuck right there when I asked her to help me and that
got me
started once again.
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