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Ch. 6 Diagon Alley
On Harry's birthday to Petunia's dismay a giant man appeared to take him for his things. Petunia, despite her fears and distaste, insisted on coming along. Harry was horrified by the reaction of the occupants of the Leaky Cauldron to his making an appearance. But much to Petunia's pleasure by the time they entered the alley Harry recovered his composure. Harry got a calculating expression on his face as they walked by a few stores with small signs claiming to have Potter approved merchandise. Hagrid lead them to Gringott's. Harry went and collected money from his vault. Petunia stayed in the lobby and waited. When Harry exited into the lobby his frown gave even the decidedly green Hagrid pause. "What's wrong Harry?"
"I have some questions for the goblins."
"But we need to get yer things."
Harry wasn't about to be steered away from this, but who knew if this insanely loyal to Dumbledore oaf could be useful later. How to do this without creating a problem… "Hagrid you don't look like you feel too good, how about you go get something to soothe that stomach of yours. I'll stay here until you're back and Aunt Petunia will stay with me."
"Yeh sure?"
"Yes I'm just a little confused about a couple things I'm sure the goblins will clear it right up."
"Alrigh' if yer sure?"
Petunia stepped forward, "We'll be fine." After Hagrid left they got in line again. When they got to the teller Petunia said. "We have questions regarding my nephew's account."
Harry handed the teller his key.
Frowning and handing it back the teller said, "You need to speak with the account manager. That hallway at the desk ask for Barchok."
"Thank you." They both said.
Three minutes later they were in a small office with a very grumpy looking goblin. Who snarled, "What?"
"We have questions about my nephew's account." Petunia said.
He looked at Harry's key. "Potter huh? Those accounts are inactive status. It'll take at least two more likely four hours to pull them. Come back later."
They nodded and headed back to the lobby where a few minutes later they were joined by Hagrid.
Hagrid led them to Madame Malkins, where Harry met his first magical child.
The blond boy took one look at Petunia next to Harry and gave a disdainful sniff as if they both smelled bad and muttered to the seamstress hemming his robes, "Could you serve a lower class clientele? At least he won't be in Slytherin, Hufflepuff is more likely."
Harry and Petunia both frowned but were polite to the shop keeper as she helped them. Harry wanted the midrange quality robes with comfort and three times growth charms. His list said three robes but he got four. He wasn't crazy about the idea of wearing a dress but figured this fell into the when in Rome category.
Petunia asked the shopkeeper "Do students wear their robes all the time at school?"
Madame Malkin replied, "Muggleborns usually wear regular muggle clothes on the weekend. And witches and wizards usually have non school robes to wear."
Petunia said, "My nephew will need four non school robes as well. And do wizards have fancier robes for special occasions as well?"
"Yes. They're called dress robes."
"One set of dress robes then." Petunia ignored Harry's indignant gaze. "You will dress as befits your station as Lord Potter, Harry."
At that moment Madam Malkin suddenly realized who she was serving and pounced on him giving him a hug.
Harry fought the urge to kick free.
After a moment Madame Malkin came back to herself and released him. "I'm so sorry, I'm just so honored."
"Yes, you're welcome. My robes?" they spent twenty minutes picking the additional robes and cloaks two for school and one just because. Harry chose a dark forest green velvet trimmed with a emerald green satin brocade for his dress robes and his additional cloak both marked with the Potter crest, midnight blue, gunmetal gray, dark burgundy, and a dark, almost black, purple for his other robes. Madam Malkin had tried to steer him to other brighter colors but Harry could not be deterred. "Who is wearing them?" he asked. They left the shop and Madam Malkin promised to owl the dress robes that evening.