No one POV:

Y/N and Harry ate breakfast each morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry liked watching the other guests: funny little witches from the country, up for a day's shopping; venerable-looking wizards arguing over the latest article in Transfiguration Today; wild-looking warlocks; raucous dwarfs; and once, what looked suspiciously like a hag, who ordered a plate of raw liver from behind a thick woollen balaclava.

After breakfast Harry would ask Y/N if she wants to go out into the backyard, Y/N took her wand out, tap the third brick from the left above the trash bin, and stand back as the archway into Diagon Alley opened in the wall.

They spent the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under the brightly coloured umbrellas outside cafes, where their fellow diners were showing one another their purchases ("It's a lunar scope, old boy -- no more messing around with moon charts, see?") or else discussing the case of Sirius Black ("Personally, I won't let any of the children out alone until he's back in Azkaban").

Harry didn't have to do his homework under the blankets by flashlight anymore; now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, finishing all his essays with occasional help from Florean Fortescue himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch burnings, gave Harry free sundaes every half an hour.

Once Harry and Y/N had refilled their money bag with gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts from their vault at Gringotts, Harry had to exercise a lot of self-control not to spend the whole lot at once.

He had to keep reminding himself that he had five years to go at Hogwarts, and how it would feel to ask the Dursleys for money for spellbooks, to stop himself from buying a handsome set of solid gold Gobstones (a wizarding game rather like marbles, in which the stones squirt a nasty-smelling liquid into the other player's face when they lose a point).

He was sorely tempted, too, by the perfect, moving model of the galaxy in a large glass ball, which would have meant he never had to take another Astronomy lesson. But the thing that tested Harry's resolution most appeared in his favourite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies, a week after he'd arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

Curious to know what the crowd in the shop was staring at, "come." Harry held Y/N hand and edged their way inside and squeezed in among the excited witches and wizards until he glimpsed a newly erected podium, on which was mounted the most magnificent broom he had ever seen in his life.

"Just come out -- prototype --" a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.

"It's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?" squeaked a boy younger than Harry, who was swinging off his father's arm.

"Irish International Side's just put in an order for seven of these beauties!" the proprietor of the shop told the crowd. "And they're favourites for the World Cup!"

A large witch in front of Harry moved, and he was able to read the sign next to the broom:

** THE FIREBOLT **
THIS STATE-OF-THE-ART RACING BROOM SPORTS A STREAM-LINED, SUPERFINE HANDLE OF ASH, TREATED WITH A DIAMOND-HARD POLISH AND HAND-NUMBERED WITH ITS OWN REGISTRATION NUMBER. EACH INDIVIDUALLY SELECTED BIRCH TWIG IN THE BROOM TAIL HAS BEEN HONED TO AERODYNAMIC PERFECTION, GIVING THE FIREBOLT UNSURPASSABLE BALANCE AND PINPOINT PRECISION. THE FIREBOLT HAS AN ACCELERATION OF 150 MILES AN HOUR IN TEN SECONDS AND INCORPORATES AN UNBREAKABLE BRAKING CHARM. PRICE ON REQUEST.

"It's cheap," said Y/N as she stares at the price, everyone looked at her as if she's crazy.

"It's Y/N Dumbledore!"

"Hello!"

"You look stunning."

Y/N smiles at them and waved.

"Sure, for you it's cheap but it's expensive for everyone." Harry shook his head.

"Why use a broom when you can just fly, how pathetic." Y/N scoff, she held Harry's hand and dragged him out.

"What's the point of me having a broom anyway if I'm not even playing," Y/N mumbles enough for Harry to hear.

As Harry and YN entered Flourish and Blotts, the manager came hurrying toward him.

"Hogwarts?" he said abruptly. "Come to get your new books?"

"Yes," said Harry, "I need --"

"Get out of the way," said the manager impatiently, brushing Harry aside. He drew on a pair of very thick gloves, picked up a large, knobbly walking stick, and proceeded toward the door of the Monster Books' cage.

"Hang on," said Harry quickly, "I've already got one of those."

Then the manager looked at Y/N "how about you?" he asked.

"I've got everything I need, I don't need anything. I'm just here for him." she pointed at Harry by using her thumb.

"Have you?" A look of enormous relief spread over the manager's face. "Thank heavens for that. I've been bitten five times already this morning --"

A loud ripping noise rent the air; two of the Monster Books had seized a third and were pulling it apart.

"Stop it! Stop it!" cried the manager, poking the walking stick through the bars and knocking the books apart. "I'm never stocking them again, never! It's been bedlam! I thought we'd seen the worst when we bought two hundred copies of the Invisible Book of Invisibility -- cost a fortune, and we never found them...Well...is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Yes," said Harry, looking down his booklist, "I need Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky."

"Do you need any help on the monster book?" Y/N asked the manager.

The manager looked at her "and what can you do?"

"Just... some... magic." she innocently smiles at him.

While the manager and Harry were talking and helping him get what he needs, Y/N walked over near the bar.

She looked around and started whispering stuff and blew air to the books made the books calmed down.

"Done, they won't bite or do anything until they need to be used at school. So you can give the book to the students without a problem," she said and turned around.
The manager's eyes widen and held Y/N hands together "thank you! thank you!"

~~~~~

As Harry and Y/N move down the stairs, voices come from below.

"I'm warning you, Hermione! Keepthat bloody beast of yours awayfrom Scabbers or I'll turn it intoa tea cosy."

"He's a cat, Ronald! What do youexpect? It's in his nature."

As they both reach the bottom, they find Ron Weasley protectively cradling Scabbers, while Hermione Granger does her best to restrain a hissing Crookshanks.

'They changed. I didn't really know how they looked like since they weren't even at the Hamilton ball.' the first thing Y/N thought.

"A cat! Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig withhair if you ask me."

"That's rich coming from the ownerof that smelly old shoe brush. It's all right, Crookshanks. You just ignore the mean little boy..."

Then, sensing another presence in the room, both turn.

"Y/N, Harry."

"Finally!" said Ron, grinning at Harry as he sat down. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you'd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkin's, and --"

"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry explained. "And how come you knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Dad," said Ron simply.

Mr Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, would of course have heard the whole story of what had happened to Aunt Marge.

"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.

"I didn't mean to," said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. "I just -- lost control."

"It's not funny, Ron," said Hermione sharply. "Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled."

"Guess what,"

"what?" Both Ron and Hermione asked Y/N.

"He's not getting punished for that, the funny thing is. Harry was the one who asked if he's getting punished." Y/N crossed her arms.

"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" shrugged Ron, still chuckling. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione's there as well!"

Hermione nodded, beaming. "Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things."

"Excellent!" said Harry happily. "So, have you got all your new books and stuff?"

He pointed at a large bag under his chair. "What about those Monster Books, eh? It's weird tho because the book is not wild as we thought it would be, they are rather calm, the assistant and the manager told her that there was a girl who helped them calmed the book down, she has Y/E/C with Y/H/C and some white colour- it's you isn't, Y/N."

Y/N stared at them and nodded, but then she saw a daily prophet again. She grabbed the paper and showed it to Harry.

A HEADLINE SCREAMS: "GRAND PRIZE WINNER VISITS EGYPT!"In the accompanying PHOTO, the entire WEASLEY FAMILYstands before the GREAT PYRAMIDS, waving. Smack in themiddle is Ron, Scabbers perched on his shoulder.

As Ron smoothes the dog-eared clipping onto the table,Harry studies it. Hermione ignores it, strokingCrookshanks.

"Egypt! What's it like?" asked Harry.

"Brilliant. It's got loads of oldstuff. Mummies. Death masks.Tombs --"

"You know, the ancient Egyptians ofthe Nile River delta worshippedthe cat goddess Bast," says Hermione. Ron glares stonily at Hermione, then turns back to Harry.

"Look at this," said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair."

Just then, a commotion is HEARD. The Weasleys, Percy,Fred, George, Ginny, Arthur, and Molly -- arrive enmasse, laden with purchases from Diagon Alley.

"Not flashing that clipping aboutagain, are you, Ron?" said George.

"I haven't shown anyone!"

"No, not a soul. Unless you countTom. The day maid. The nightmaid. The cook. The bloke thatcame to fix the toilet. Thatwizard from Belgium..."

Mrs Weasley takes Harry's and Y/N's faces in her hands, smiles. Asif relieved to see them. "It's good to see you, Harry, Y/N."

"Good to see you too, Mrs Weasley."

"Greetings Mrs Weasley."

"Y/N, Harry. I wonder if I might have aword."

"Of course, Mr Weasley." said Harry while Y/N nodded instead.

As Mr. Weasley pulls both of them away, the others continue tohover over the clipping in the back.

"George's nose looks positivelymassive in that photograph."

"That's your nose, Fred."

"Bloody hell. 'Tis, isn't it?Take after your side of thefamily, don't I, Mum?"

Harry notices Mr. Weasley glance edgily at a fugitive poster tacked to the wall. In it, SIRIUS BLACK glowersunder the words, "Have You Seen This Man?"

"Y/N, Harry. There are some within theMinistry who would stronglydiscourage me from divulging whatI'm about to tell you. But Ithink you need to know the facts.Because you two are in danger. Gravedanger."

Harry's eyes drift to the fugitive poster.

"Yeah, about that. Fudge already told us about it." Y/N shrugs, Harry nudge her on the ribs softly.

"Has this anything to do with him,sir?" asked Harry.

"What do you know of Sirius Black, you two?"

"That he escaped from Azkaban.That he killed someone..." Harry said.

"Harry, thirteen years ago, whenyou stopped..." Mr. Weasley hesitates, unable to continue.

"Ah, Voldemort." Y/N said blunty.

Mr Weasley nodded nervously "Black lost everything. But heremains a loyal servant to thisday. In his mind, only you standin the way of..." Once again, Mr. Weasley hesitates.

"Voldemort...?" Harry and Y/N asked.

"Harry, Y/N, I hate it when you say --"

"I know, sorry. Ron hates it too." Harry said.

"Yeah, about that we just call him by that name or his nickname 'no nose'" Y/N shrugs.

"In Black's mind, only you stand inthe way of... You-Know-Whoreturning to power. That's whyhe's broken. That's why he'sbroken out of Azkaban. To findyou. And..." Mr. Weasley hesitates yet again.

"Kill me?" Mr. Weasley nods. Nervously.

Then Mr Weasely looked at Y/N "And for you, it's because you have the same name and look like the person he and his friends along his brother have a crush on."

'Oh no, don't tell me even Harry's dad likes me.'

"Y/N, Harry. I want you to swearthat -- whatever you might hear --you won't go looking for Black."

"Mr. Weasley, why would I go lookingfor someone who wants to kill me and kidnap Y/N?" Mr. Weasley nods, then claps Harry and Y/N on the shoulder.

"Just watch yourself, will you,Harry? And look after Y/N too."