Modern

Harry was dressed in dark blue jeans, a light blue button-up shirt, and a black pullover jumper with a picture of a grey Grim running around on the front. He made sure to think one of his pants pockets into a TARDIS one. Harry took out his wand, shrunk the bags the girls said the boys had to carry, and then put them in said pocket, when the girls weren't looking. When they asked where the bags were, he told them the truth, mostly. That he shrunk them and put them in his pocket.

Neville just lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. He just hoped Harry would teach him that, after all the boy had promised.

The others were also decked out in more modern clothes, which accented the girls' figures nicely. This made many of the female students make a beeline for the store, which already housed a sign that stated they had creations designed by Harry Potter. Harry would get his lawyer to see about the profits. Right now, he had a verbal agreement with Mr. Ruston, but he'd like it on paper.

As they walked down the street, Harry pouted. He really wanted to go to London and get some non-magical reading material. However, his magic was a secret, so he couldn't just wink out and leave his friends behind. He also couldn't drag them with him via other travel methods, because Hermione was still hung up on authority. Perhaps, he'd sneak off tomorrow and go alone, or take Sirius with him as a dog. He still needed to berate the man anyway.

They had a small run-in with Ron, who still exuded stink and was discolored, though Madam Pomfrey lessened it some. She got his hair the right ginger color, which made the black and white skin all the more noticeable.

Harry drew his wand, and threw bubbles around his friends, when his alert sounded, to ward off the smell, for which they were very thankful. He was laughing so hard that he was bent over and couldn't catch his breath. They all wondered how the redhead got out of Pomfrey's care while still jinxed.

"I know you did this to me, Potter. Undo it now, or I will get my revenge," the redhead snarled, angry that he was being treated like … well, a skunk. And he was sure it had been Harry that made him this way, even though he had to admit he didn't see him do anything. The nurse said there was nothing she could do and that he needed to find the person who cursed him. So, he snuck out, when she went to her office, and looked for the boy-wonder.

"Thanks, Red, I didn't think you thought so highly of me?" Harry beamed, after he pulled himself together.

"What?" Ron sputtered.

"I wasn't even looking at you, so how did I do this great feat of magic without my tricorder or eye to eye contact?" the dark-haired wizard asked with a smirk. "You must think I'm the next Merlin."

"What is a tricorder? Never mind. You had to have used Dark Magic," the other boy accused, pointing his finger at the boy hero.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said with a sad shake of her head. "McGonagall cleared him of wrongdoing. If anything, it had to have been an upper year. Harry doesn't even remember many spells. Now you should move along before an Auror sees you," she added with a shooing motion. Even though they pulled the Dementors, the Ministry didn't trust Black, so the DMLE patrolled on Hogsmeade weekends.

"Piss off, Granger," he snarled, looking menacing with his coloring - like a demented figure of Death.

"Fuck off, Weasley," Harry growled back, getting ready to hurt the boy.

"I'll get you back, Potter. I was going to forgive you for cheating, but now I don't think I will," the Weasley boy stated as he moved away, catching sight of an Auror out of the corner of his eye and storming off. People scurried away from him as he approached, making Ron more inclined to get some payback.

Harry just scoffed, circled his wand, dropped the bubbles and canceled the jinx, not that Ron would know that for a while. Hermione gave him a curious look, wondering where he learned the magic he was doing, then brushed it off as something Luna, or the twins, must have taught him. The quartet then continued their day. They hit Honeydukes and the amnesiac rediscovered wizarding treats. He spent over seventy-five Galleons in that store alone. When he shoved it all in his TARDIS pocket, Hermione bombarded him with questions.

"How did you do that? Those are new jeans. Did you ask the tailor? Will he do it for me?" she rattled off, bouncing on her toes.

"Oh this, well, you see, it was sorta an accident. I just wanted a bigger pocket and there it was," he fabricated, mostly. It was true, but not completely.

The bushy-haired girl deflated, passing it off as accidental magic, but then she got a glint in her eyes that said 'research'. Luna snickered, and Neville just shrugged. Harry smiled, and they went on their way. Zonko's, in Harry's eyes, was a joke, no pun intended. He could do all this stuff without the trinkets they sold here, though it did give him some wicked ideas for that Ron kid.

They had a late lunch at The Three Broomsticks, and Harry marveled at the taste of butterbeer. The rest of the day was kind of boring. There really weren't any more interesting stores, but the teens did stock up on school supplies, and then walked back to the castle.

"I wonder what happened to the Shrieking Shack," Hermione commented when she didn't see the house as they passed the area it stood.

"What is the Shrieking Shack?" Harry asked, playing it off, but happy his ward worked.

"It is the most haunted house in all of Scotland," Neville informed him, before the know-it-all could. "The villagers say that there were some really scary noises that came from it during the full moons. They were convinced that the ghost of a werewolf resided there."

"Were?" the dark-haired teen asked. "And isn't Hogwarts technically haunted?"

"The noises stopped a little while back, it's said that the place still groans and creaks," the sandy-haired boy replied. "And yeah, but the Hogwarts Ghosts couldn't scare a fly, well maybe the Bloody Baron."

Hermione held her tongue; she knew that Professor Lupin used the place for his transformation when he was at Hogwarts. Last year there were no such noises, only because the professor took the Wolfbane potion. Well, maybe the one night, but that was more in the forest. She would have to explain that to Harry.

"Maybe it was a real werewolf there and they moved on, or it could mean the house was about to fall down?" Harry stated, once more thinking that logic need not apply to wizards.

"Magic is used to keep most houses standing," Luna offered, from her place under Harry's arm. "Even the oldest magical house doesn't make much noise."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Still I wonder where it went," Hermione reiterated.

"Maybe the old man hid it, so kids would stay away," Harry offered.

"Perhaps."

They moved on and went to the castle. Harry went to his room, took off his trunk, pulled his bags out of his TARDIS pocket and put his new clothes away. He jotted a quick letter to Mr. Waters about the clothes, sent it off with Hedwig- who finally decided she was safe with the new Harry- and then joined his friends and they went to dinner.

Harry wasn't able to sneak away until Monday, so he entertained himself and his friends with what he had read in the newer Magical Theory books. Hermione wanted to read them, but he said they were priceless, but he would try to find a way to copy some for her. He did pass Merlin's to Neville on the sly, thinking that it might make his job easier to get the guy to do 'thought magic'. If Neville listened to anyone, it would be the great magician.

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