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Harry ignored Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, as he was all but pushed into the room that had become the boy's new home until September 1st. Flopping on the bed he did his best to push most of the thoughts of the last 24 hours out of his mind not wanting to think about the Dursleys, Minister Fudge, or even Tom who he was pretty sure was still waiting outside the door trying to listen in on him. The tenseness in his shoulders didn’t begin to subside until he heard the sounds of footsteps moving away from his door and down the stairs, finally Harry felt like he could breath for the first time since Marge Dursley walked into the house at Privet Drive. The exhaustion that Harry always felt began to hit him hard as the adrenaline from the day finally started to die down until finally he was unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he passed out still in his day clothes and shoes.
Harry woke the next morning to thundering knocks on his door and voice telling him that he's going to miss breakfast. While still halfway asleep he couldn't help the panic that coursed through him knowing that if he slept in then Uncle Vernon would use his belt again, Harry scrambled out of bed ignoring the screaming pain in his ribs that he's pretty sure Dudley and his gang broke the other day. He ripped the door open pausing when he came face to face with Tom the barman instead of his thunderous uncle, that's when everything that happened came back to him in full force Marge telling Vernon he needed to think of a new type of punishment for him since the beatings obviously weren’t working, her badmouthing his parents so badly that his magic couldn't help but react, and him running away to the leaky cauldron where he was found by Fudge and Tom.
“You okay there boy?” Harry tried to suppress the full body flinch that always happens whenever someone calls him ‘boy' knowing that Tom would not care for the reason, but he didn't want to give anyone something to lord over him as a weakness. After the whole ‘Heir of Slytherin’ thing Harry was now aware that people will use whatever supposed weakness they can against him. “It's already almost noon and we are about to shut down breakfast for the day.”
Muttering his thanks for the wake up call Harry quickly threw on his least appalling clothes which included a way too large pair of Dudleys old jeans that were being held up by a shoelace he stole out of the trash a few years ago and a shirt that Ron gave him after he outgrew it last term. Knowing he didn't have anything better to wear that was appropriate for the stifling summer heat he ran down the steps two at a time and scarfed the food down that he found waiting for him in front of Tom at the bar. After he finished he waved goodbye to the older man and rushed back up to his room unsure what to do now.
“Hey, sweet girl.” Harry whispered to Hedwig letting her through the window to sit upon a perch that was sitting in the corner of the room he didn't notice earlier. He cursed himself wishing he would have thought to save some of his breakfast for her. He could only hope she was able to hunt for something on her way back to him, but promised her to buy some food for her as soon as he could. “Fudge did say to stay in Diagon so surely I can just go whenever I want, right?”
Hedwig cooed at him while nibbling his fingers which Harry took as an affirmative gesture. He knew she would be excited to get proper owl treats since he was only able to give her ones that his housemates shared from their own supplies. He threw together everything he thought he would need to venture into Diagon.
The first thing that Harry knew he needed to do with his new found limited freedom was head to Gringotts to pull out money so he could get a head start on his school shopping before the alley fills up with Hogwarts students and their families. As he wandered down the stairs he did his best to avoid Tom’s eye feeling uncomfortable knowing that a strange grown man was keeping such a close eye on him, and quickly tapped the pattern into the wall with his wand and slipped through the crack in the wall before it was able to fully open. He let himself take his time as he began making his way to Gringotts since in the past he was never able to fully take his time and enjoy everything that Diagon Alley offered.
First year with Hagrid meant they were rushing from place to place because Hagrid had his own mission of getting the Philosopher's stone and his own desire to head to the pub as quickly as possible. This meant that Harry was barely able to spend any time in the places that the two of them did visit as Hagrid kept pushing and pulling Harry wherever he wanted and the young boy knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening no matter how much he wanted it to.
Second year had Harry joining the whole Weasely family as they did their own Hogwarts shopping as well. He was able to spend more time looking through the stores that they got their supplies from since there were too many kids with too many different supplies which meant they were not able to do anything quickly. However that time ended up being monopolized by Ron who has no interest in wandering stores that are all things he grew up with or is something he finds boring. The one time he probably would have been able to separate from the Weasleys without getting in trouble for it would have been in Flourish and Blotts since it was so busy, but Lockhart ruined that hope as soon as the boy's name flew out of his mouth.
This time he took a mental note on which stores he wanted to explore as he slowly walked through the alley. He also took notice of the many different alleys that branched off of Diagon; Knockturn, Horizont, Alkimic, Aura, and Vertic Alley. Harry knew that Fudge told him to stay in Diagon Alley, but would they even notice that he went to the other alleys? Tom wasn't able to follow him out of the Leaky and he hadn't noticed anyone else paying him any more attention then what he thought was normal, but he knew that there could be someone watching him discreetly. Harry decides to look into ways to temporarily change his appearance after he gets out of Gringotts.
Harry wandered through the sparkling lobby of Gringotts until he made it to a free teller that was closest to the far wall and furthest away from everyone else. The Goblin ignored him as he talked to another Goblin that was wearing a chest plate that appeared to change colours as the light hit it in different spots. Harry waited patiently not wanting to disrupt their conversation and instead took a more in depth look at his surroundings. He had heard off handed comments from other Wixen that showed the boy that Goblins were not well liked or appreciated by the wizarding world, but now he could tell by looking at the interactions around him that Goblins felt the same way about Wixen.
“Can I help you youngling?” The Goblin had a viscous looking sneer on his face directed at Harry as he turned back to face them. He felt his cheeks flush embarrassed that he was too distracted to notice the Goblins had finished speaking to each other.
“Sorry sir. I just need to get some galleons out of my vault.” Harry stammered out trying to sound confident while the Goblin began sorting papers and continued to glower at him. He saw a plaque that said ‘Sharpclaw’ that he had missed when he walked up to the podium initially that Harry assumed was the Goblins name.
“Name and vault key.”
“Um. My name is Harry Potter and I don't have my vault key.” The Goblin froze which made Harry panic afraid that he had messed up. He hurriedly tried to explain why he didn't bring his key with him. “I'm sorry, I think either Mrs. Weasley or Professor Dumbledore still have my key.”
“One moment Heir Potter.” The Goblin rushed away from the teller desk leaving Harry there wondering what he did wrong. He knew from previous experience that he needed his vault key to get into his vaults, but he had assumed there would be another way to validate his identity.
“This way please Heir Potter” Harry jumped as Sharpclaw appeared through a door right behind him. Sharpclaw led him through the door and down a long winding hallway before pausing in front of a door labelled ‘High Prince Ragnork’. The two waited outside the door for nearly five minutes in silence while Harry contemplated asking if they should knock on the door or not when finally the door began to open and Sharpclaw practically shoved him through the door.
“Hello sir High Prince Ragnork” Harry bowed as he came to a stop in front of the desk sitting in the center of the room. He wasn't sure if the Goblin before him was an actual Prince since he couldn't remember any form of governmental hierarchy being taught by Binns, but he didn't want to offend anyone accidentally. Harry flinched as Ragnork let out a high pitched gurgling sound that he assumed was supposed to be a laugh.
“Heir Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am High Prince Ragnork, but feel free to call me Ragnork. I have been your family's account manager for many decades. Please take a seat.” The harsh look that he was beginning to think was just the way Ragnorks face looked smoothed out and he began to smile as the boy took a seat. “We have much to discuss today. I am going to assume you were not aware that we have been trying to contact you for the last 2 and a half years?”
Harry was confused since he had never gotten a letter from Gringotts in his whole life. Ragnork growled at the expression on his face, making Harry freeze up in fear. Noticing this the Goblin calmed himself down not wanting to take his anger out on a child.
“No matter. We can discuss everything with you now, but first we need to verify your identity.” Harry watched as Ragnork pulled out a roll of parchment and a fancy looking dagger and placed them in front of Harry. “We will do an inheritance test which will require about 5 drops of blood on the parchment.”
“How come I didn't meet with you the last two times I was at Gringotts? I thought that Griphook was my family account manager?” Harry questioned as he grabbed the dagger appreciating the weight in his hand. He punctured the skin on the fatty part of his thumb and watched as the blood fell and sizzled as it made contact with the paper. Blood red ink swirled around the paper. After another couple of seconds watching the ink swirl and waiting for Ragnork to answer his question, the parchment filled with words before his eyes.
Before he could get a good look Ragnork pulled the paper away and read through the first couple of lines. Seeming satisfied with what he was seeing he handed the parchment over to Harry. “Well Heir Potter, Griphook is the Potter account manager who deals specifically with the properties that your family owns. Since you were accompanied by non-family or approved people Griphook acted as the main account manager.”
“Why is all the secrecy necessary Mr. High Prince Ragnork?”
“I am the Prince of my nation, Heir Potter and I only take the most influential and old clients. This involves much more discretion for you and your family specifically.”
“I didn't realize the Potters were that old of a family.” Harry knew the Potters were considered a ‘Noble and Most Ancient House’, but he wasn't aware it was more ancient than most other houses.
“The Potter name itself is actually younger than the Black name by quite a few decades, but before the Potter's your family comes from the Peverell's.” Ragnork began explaining how the Peverell's were one of the first wizarding lines to establish itself on the European continent, but also had many offshoots around the world. He told Harry about how the Peverell's began to go extinct as they were hunted down because of their family magic which is rumored to be connected to Death itself. “One of the last living Peverells married a Potter who was a lesser known Wixen family. So despite the Potter name being the one who lives on, the Peverell magic and legacy live on with you.”
Harry was shocked at the history behind his family and was hopeful that Ragnork would be able to point him to where he would be able to learn even more about his family. Before he was able to keep questioning him, Ragnork made a motion for Harry to read through the inheritance test that the young boy had already forgotten about.
General Information
Name: Harrison James Potter Black
Date of Birth: 31st of July, 1980
Gender: Male
Blood Status: Pureblood (by blood adoption)
Parental Information
Mother: Lily Jane Potter neé Evans ( deceased)
Father: James Fleamont Potter (deceased)
Blood Adopted Father: Sirius Orion Black III
Oathsworn Godfather: Sirius Orion Black III
Oathsworn Godmother: Alice Marie Longbottom neé Biswick
Magical Guardian: Remus John Lupin (Acting Magical Guardian is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore)
Heir and Lordships
Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter
Heir to Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell
Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Heir to Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin*
Lordships are available upon coming of age for House Peverell, House Potter, and House Slytherin
*By Rite of Conquest
Magical Anomalies on Person
- Magical Core - 50% Bound
- Blood Adoption - 70% Bound
- Metamorphmagus Abilities - 90% Bound
- Glamour keyed to James Potter and Lily Potter
- Horcruxes - Soul Piece from Tom Riddle Jr.
- Occlumency - 98% Bound
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- Legilimency - 60% Bound
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- Wandless/Wordless Magic - 30% Bound
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- Healing - 40% Bound
- Mùirn Beatha Dàn
- Mail Ward
Harry read through the list multiple times not sure what he should focus on first as his mind kept jumping from point to point. The fact that his name isn't actually Harry or that he was blood adopted by Sirius Black the mass murderer (whatever that even means?) or even whatever Mùirn Beatha Dàn was. However, Harry felt that the most important thing to go over was whatever the hell a horcruxes was and why he had one. “I have so many questions, Mr. Ragnork.”
“I will do my best to answer any question I can Heir Potter, ask away.”
“Well… what is a horcrux?” The air in the office grew tense as Harry waited for Ragnork to give any type of answer; however the Goblin simply stared with his mouth gaping open.
Ragnork carefully took the parchment out of Harry's hands and read the whole page himself. When he got to the bottom where the part about Horcruxes sat he snarled to himself and yelled in his native tongue into an amulet that he wore around his wrist. “Heir Potter we will soon be joined by a colleague of mine who focuses on dark artifacts and a Goblin Healer to come take a look over you. If it is alright with you I would rather wait for them to join us before I discuss Horcruxes with you as they are more knowledgeable than I.”
Harry nodded knowing based on the set of Ragnorks mouth he wasn't going to be getting anything more out of him for the time being, so instead he turned his attention to the next point on the list he wanted to discuss. “What does blood adoption and oathsworn mean?”
“They both are fairly simple yet more uncommon practices outside of the Most Ancient Houses.” Ragnork began by detailing how a blood adoption is exactly what it sounds like. The consensual sharing of blood between a non-parental person and most usually the pregnant parent which genetically and magically makes the other person a parent of the unborn child. “Now an oathsworn godparent is much more rare in the Wixen world nowadays because it means that the sworn godparent would never be able to cause purposeful harm either by themself or by outside means to their God child lest they lose their magic and in some cases their life.”
Harry couldn't believe that his parents used such practices as oathsworn godparents for him or that they even agreed to do it because the consequences were so extreme. Harry chuckled to himself as he realized possibly the only upside to a mass murderer being his oathsworn godfather, “Ha. At least I know Black can’t do anything to harm me right?”
“Heir Potter I want you to know that Goblins do our best to stay out of Wixen issues that don't involve the bank.” Ragnork started looking a little green in the face, “however, even we know that the main reason Sirius Black was arrested was because he betrayed your parents and yourself to the last Dark Lord.”
“But that wouldn't be possible right?” Harry asked, feeling confused and unsure if he really understood everything that Ragnork was telling him. “Wouldn't he have lost his magic?”
“That's correct. With the magnitude of the harm he supposedly caused you I am surprised he is still alive.”
“So you're saying he didn't betray us?” Harry wasn't sure what to think of the new revelations that just kept coming into the open, but he has a feeling this one might be the most important one to get to the bottom of right now. If Sirius Black was innocent and technically his father then he would be able to live with him over the holidays and never have to go back to the Dursleys ever again.
“I cannot say for sure, but it is incredibly unlikely.”
“I know you don't get into Wixen issues, but is there anything we can do to prove his innocence or something?” He was fully prepared to be shot down for asking such a thing since it's obvious Goblins have no interest in helping Wixen, but the small fire of hope growing in his chest was enough for him to take the chance. If his godfather really wasnt what everyone said he was then Harry desperately wanted him in his life.
“Of course Heir Potter, long ago I agreed to do what I can to aid in the children of Potter's lives.” Ragnork smile still looked unnatural on his pale face, but he was sure the Goblin was being sincere. “We have no way to prove his innocence unless the ministry gives him a trial since Wixen do not trust Goblins.”
Harry felt as his face dropped and the hope he was feeling began to extinguish at the thought of such prejudice keeping him from what is probably the last of his family. Ragnork interrupted him out of his spiraling thoughts as he continued on, “however, we can send a missive with a port key to Lord Black Assumptive and see if he will come to Gringotts to meet with us.”
Before Harry was able to thank Ragnork for everything he was doing for him the door opened and two more Goblins walked through the door. They stepped up on either side of Harry waiting to be acknowledged as they bowed to Ragnork. The three Goblins held their own conversation in their native language obviously not wanting Harry to be a part of it. He couldn't find it in himself to care as he was confident that Ragnork would make sure he knew what he needed to know and wouldn't leave him in the dark.
The Goblin to his left was wearing a simple metal circlet and an off white robe that covered them from head to toe and had a sash the colour of pure gold wrapped around their waist. To his right the Goblin was wearing sleeveless pitch black robes with a deep green sash and two bejeweled bracelets. Glancing back at Ragnork he paid attention to his own colour scheme wondering if those colours the Goblins had had any official meaning. The High Prince wore a suit instead of robes like the other two, but Harry caught sight of two different sashes snugly wrapped around his chest and hips. One was a deep blood red and the other one looked like molten silver.
“Heir Potter please meet Healer Balgruff,” Ragnork gestured to the Goblin in white who gave Harry a subtle bow of their head before turning to the one at his right, “and Artifactor Frogorsh.”
Harry greeted both Goblins as politely as he could and bowed his head deeply hoping that was something they would appreciate. Based on the shocked yet gleeful expressions worn by the three of them Harry assumed he made the right decision. “Thank you for being here today.”
“Of course Heir Potter, now to begin I want to assure you that we here in the Goblin nation will do everything we can to help you remove the Horcrux.” Artifactor Frogorsh had a deeper voice then Harry had expected as he began to explain exactly what a Horcrux was to him.
As Frogorsh finished his explanation Harry felt as if the room was beginning to close in on himself. How was it possible to have a soul piece of his parents' murderer in himself? What did that mean for Harry? Was he even himself or was the soul piece influencing him more than he could ever imagine?
The boy felt himself continue to spiral as his vision began to blur at the edges. If he had the ability to think clearly he would realize that he had stopped breathing entirely and all three Goblins were attempting to get him to take a breath in.
Harry felt an uncomfortable coolness flow through his stomach, but he was finally able to calm down and take a breath. As his vision cleared up he found himself against a wall with Healer Balgruff in front of him holding an empty bottle.
“I apologize, Heir Potter, but I had to force the Calming Draught into your system before you passed out.” He allowed the Healer to all but drag him back into the chair he was previously sitting in and muttered his thanks to her. The potion worked through his system completely and he found himself feeling the calmest he has felt in a very long time so he signaled that he was ready to continue.
“It is true that we have never had a case of a Horcrux in a living being before, but we are confident we will be able to remove it after we do some of our own research.” Ragnork took over the explanation, wanting to assure Harry that they would do everything in their power for him. “In the meantime please allow Healer Balgruff to look you over and clear as many of the blocks and the mail ward as possible.”
Harry followed Healer Balgruff through a couple of halls until they made it to a large white room that had a single hospital bed set up. She gestured for him to take a seat on the bed as she gathered some Crystal's and placed them on the floor in a circle. He had never seen a ritual circle before and was flabbergasted as she placed the final crystal, the area within the circle lit up with symbols that he had never seen before. “First I will give you a general check up and then we will move on to removing the magical anomalies that we can.”
Healer Balgruff waved her spindly hand through the air in front of him and a piece of parchment paper appeared out of nowhere. It didn't take long for the writing to stop, but it took longer than Harry expected for the Healer to look it over. “Um… is something wrong?”
“Youngling, how much pain are you in right now?”
“Not any more than usual?” Harry was not sure what answer Healer Balgruff was looking for, but the sneer that appeared on her face was enough for him to realize that that wasn't it. He tried ignoring the flare of panic that shot through him at the thought of giving an incorrect answer and instead focused on watching as she began pulling potions out of a cupboard that was hidden in one of the walls.
“Heir Potter. You should be in immense pain right now.” She handed him the parchment that held the results of his check up. He didn't feel as surprised at the results as he wished he could have been feeling the twinges of all the injuries listed as he was once again made aware of them.
Current Ailments
- 3 broken ribs
- Right wrist fracture
- Hairline fractures through fingers on left hand
- Severe malnutrition
- Eyesight reduced due to malnutrition
- Bone degradation due to malnutrition
- Mild concussion
- Horcrux shard in skull
“This is a very basic diagnostic spell that tells me the most pressing issues.” Harry nodded knowing that he had managed to come out lightly from the Dursley's since he left so early and they had to keep a semblance of an appearance for when Marge came. “After the removal ritual I will give you some potions to help speed up your healing. Hopefully your body will have enough time to catch up before you go back to school or else we will have to figure out what to do then.”
She handed Harry a set of white robes to change into and instructed him to lay in the center of the circle. He felt oddly exposed despite being fully covered and there only being the two of them in the room, but that feeling quickly left his mind as Healer Balgruff became chanting in the Goblin’s native tongue. The circle seemed to glow around him and encase him in the bright white light that blinded him as he originally tried to keep his eyes open.
Harry was nervous that the ritual would cause him pain as it fought to remove whatever enchantments were placed upon him. Thankfully all he felt was a warmth flood through his system and force it's way out of his body. The chanting lasted for a total of 15 minutes before Healer Balgruff took a step back and the light dimmed down again until it was barely visible. “Alright youngling, that should have removed the mail ward and the block on your blood adoption to Sirius Black. The block on your magical core is still in place, but now it should be open enough for it to begin dissolving naturally the more magic you use.”
Harry couldn't help it as he thanked the Healer continuously. She handed him a mirror to look over his new appearance and a small bag that she told him held the potions and their instructions that he needed to take for the next month before he had to come back for another check up right before school starts.
The first difference in his appearance that he noticed was the bone structure in his face. It wasn't a drastic difference, but his whole face was slimmer and his nose now upturned slightly at the tip. His skin was a few shades lighter taking on a more olive toned look instead of the obvious indian descent from his father. And finally his hair was still an unruly mess, but the colour of it had shifted to a deep black colour with blue undertones. Overall, unless you were really looking he looks as if he just grew up over the summer, but Harry thought he looked a little bit more aristocratic and pureblooded.
After he was changed back into his normal clothes Healer Balgruff led him back into Ragnork's office where they found the two Goblins still in a heated discussion about Horcruxes.
“Ah Heir Potter. You're back hopefully everything went as planned?” Ragnork asked Healer Balgruff who nodded and slipped the diagnostic results onto the Goblins desk. He slid the paper into a folder that was sitting on his desk without another word to either of them about the contents which Harry was relieved with. “Before we finish today all that is left is the claiming of your Heirship rings.”
“What exactly does that entail?” Ragnork reached underneath his desk and pulled up 4 small boxes that each had their own distinct style. He opened each box and laid them out in front of Harry who couldn't help as he gaped at the beautiful rings that now sat in front of him.
“All you have to do is put each ring on in the order I tell you and allow the rings to accept you and share their magic.”
Harry steeled himself as he looked to Ragnork for guidance on which ring to start with. He hardly noticed as Healer Balgruff and Artifactor Frogorsh left the room.
“We will go from youngest to oldest. Go ahead and take the Potter ring.” Harry reached out for the golden ring with a ruby and onyx inlay. He could already feel the warmth that the ring was radiating before he picked it up out of the ornate red box that displayed the Potter Crest on the top.
As he slid the ring onto his right ring finger he felt the warmth of the ring rush through him all the way to his bones. The heat subsided just before it began to become unbearable leaving behind a soothing warmth he would associate with sitting besides a lit fireplace.
The next ring to put on was the Black Heirship ring,it had a twisting silver band and a large pearl and amethyst inlay, which Harry slid onto his right pointer finger. The magic inside the ring had the exact opposite effect on Harry. Instead of warmth he felt an oppressive cold that seemed to be attempting to drain every ounce of feeling out of his body. The cold feeling lasted much longer as the magic seemed to be testing his resolve, but Harry held strong somehow knowing that despite the chill encompassing him the ring and its magic would never harm him. He was proved right when not even a moment later the feeling calmed down and he was ready to move to the next ring.
Next was the Slytherin ring which was more rudimentary then the last two rings as it was a simple silver band with three emeralds that spanned the top of the ring. He slid the ring onto his left pointer finger gasping as the magic in the ring fell upon him. It felt very thick and almost seemed electrified as it swirled around his own magic. It settled itself much quicker then the previous two did and he was able to move to the final ring.
The Peverell ring had a black band that shimmered in the light with twisting inlays that held multiple sapphires through the divots. It was easily Harry's favorite ring by appearance alone as it seemed to glow and shift as he moved it around the light. Ragnork advised him to put the final ring on his middle finger instead of his left ring finger as the ring finger was to be left empty until he married. When the ring touched his skin Harry felt as the breath was forcibly taken from his body which almost made the young boy panic. He was able to suck in air again as he felt a sense of belonging and welcoming rush though him from the rings magic. He could almost feel the excitement from all four of the rings he now wore making him giddy as well.
“That will be all that we can do today, Heir Potter. We will contact you as soon as we hear anything back from Mister Black.” Ragnork handed him an emerald green coin purse that will provide the amount of money that Harry requires whenever he holds his hand into the bag and thinks about which vault he wants it to come from. He would have to ask at a later point for specifications on what each of his vaults hold, but for now he will just pull money from his normal Potter Heir vault which he knew held more than enough money for his shopping.
As he finally exited Gringotts he realized that he had spent most of the day within those white walls and it was already almost time for dinner. Knowing he was apparently an important political figure in the wizarding world, not just some fake hero “boy-who-lived” nonsense made him feel like he should start dressing as if he didn't just roll out of a sewer every morning. Thinking back on it, Harry wasn't sure why no one had allowed him to buy more clothes than just his school robes before since most people liked to comment on the rags he was forced to wear.
He wandered down Diagon Alley until he came to a store that he took note of on his way to the bank. ‘Twilfitt and Tattings’ appeared to be a decently well off clothing store which was exactly what he felt he needed. He scanned the racks of clothes looking for anything that caught his eye, but he really had no idea what to look for. Not only was wizarding clothes so new to him, but he had no idea where to start with muggle clothes either. Luckily an attendant seemed to realize he was out of his depth and quickly came over to assist him.
“Hello sir. Is there anything I can help you with today?”
“Yes please. I would like to purchase a whole new wardrobe.” The attendant, Arthurian Tattings, stared at him in shock. Harry was sure he was an interesting sight, a 13 year old boy in much too large muggle clothes in a fairly fancy clothing store.
“The estimated price of a whole new wardrobe is about 500 galleons. We will take half the payment up front at the time of ordering and the other half at the time of pick up.” Harry nodded his acceptance before allowing Messr Tattings to drag him from corner to corner and answered all the questions that he could keep up with. By the time he insisted it was time for Harry to begin trying on clothes it was decided that Harry would fit best in earth tones of black, brown, green, and cream colours with some jewel tones accessory pieces specifically in blues and greens.
By the end of the whole experience Harry had 6 sets of daily robes, 2 sets of formal robes, 5 button up shirts, 5 dress shirts, 5 sweaters, 7 pairs of comfortable slacks, 5 sets of silk pajamas, 2 pairs of sturdy boots, 1 pair of loafers, and a myriad of underthings. The total ended up being just under 500 galleons which Harry insisted he pay the full price of now and have the whole thing owled to him once finished.
Harry finally made it back to the leaky cauldron where he bought some dinner to take to his room and collapsed onto his bed. He heard a hoot from the corner of the room and found Hedwig staring at him expectantly, he jumped as he realized she was waiting for the owl treats he had promised he would get for her today. “Shit. I'm sorry sweet girl, I swear I'll get them for you tomorrow.”
Hedwig nibbled his ear in annoyance, but allowed Harry to preen the feathers on her chest that she struggles to reach. After sharing his dinner with Hedwig and taking his nightly potion with dinner Harry let himself pass out after an exhausting day.