Diagon Alley

                                    

                                          
Harry wandered the halls of Grimmauld Place that posed as the updated Order of the Phoenix, having just finished helping Mrs. Weasley clean one of the spare bedrooms. He loved Mrs.Weasley but he couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts, free of cleaning and the screeching portrait of Mrs.Black. He couldn't believe she was Sirius' mother. He didn't know how the man survived in this shadowed house all these years.
                          
Harry popped down for lunch, finding everyone already seated, except for Mrs.Weasley, still putting some of the dishes on the table.
                          
"Harry dear, come have a seat. I'll only be a moment more," Harry nodded and sat next to Hermione at the end of the table, Sirius on his other side. Sirius gave him a wink and he grinned. He still couldn't believe he had a godfather, having never known his father, or anything about his parents in general before the man came into his life. He was glad that he had the Weasley's but they weren't as close to James as Sirius or Lupin were. He felt connected to his godfather in a way that the Weasley parents just couldn't.
                          
Everything was set on the table by the time the thought ran through his head, waiting to dig into the amazing smelling food until someone else made a grab for a dish first. Mr. Weasley grabbed a ladle and scooped potato soup, making a line going down the table for them all to get a bowl. While he waited, he grabbed a roll of bread and some butter to go with it and soon everyone was eating in earnest.
                          
"Oh, Harry, we'll be going to Diagon Alley today for your school supplies," Mrs.Weasley said above the chatter, the meal three-fourths of the way over.
                          
"Alright," Harry responded, not sure what else to say. He had just been pardoned a little over a week ago and hadn't been expecting a letter about the new school year, but it had come a few days ago along with everyone else's. The hearing was agonizing and worse was that Dumbledore seemed to be ignoring him. Harry knew for a fact the man could hear him, he may be old but the man had ears of those of a bat, meaning he had purposefully ignored him. Harry didn't know how he felt about it, angry maybe, but he was feeling angry a lot this summer, what with being left out of the loop.
                          
Eventually, everyone finished and Harry changed into some not-so-dusty and smudge-with-dirt clothes and stepped into the fireplace, ashes in hand as he said clearly where he wanted to go, not wanting a repeat of what happened the first time he had traveled by Floo powder, and threw the ashes at his feet. A swooping feeling passed as he was transported to the fireplaces around Diagon Alley, coughing around some of the ash that had somehow gotten into his mouth. He spit it out and drank some of the free water they had on standby, probably for that very reason. Thankfully, everything but his mouth was spared of the ashes as the fireplaces were kept clean, unlike the one on Knockturn Alley he had accidentally sent himself to. As he finished off the last of the water, Mr. Weasley came out, completing their group.
                          
"Alright, let's go," Mrs. Weasley said, pushing them all out of the door, before taking up the front of the group with her husband, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione kept to the back. They headed for Gringotts first, the only white classically built building in the street, leading to it looking out of place amongst its colorful and short neighbors. They dodged and weaved through the packed crowd, mostly filled with other Hogwarts students and their guardians shopping for their school items. Harry distantly heard shouting for one to try a Treacle tart, and Harry licked his lips, they were his favorite, but he didn't want to spend more money than he had too, not until he could get a job at least. Having no money and having grown up, he knew it was a lot harder to make than to spend. He didn't want to waste the money his parents worked hard for on a treacle tart. Reluctantly, he pulled his eyes away from the stand and towards the main street to Gringotts.
                          
A stark flash of black against the white of the marble building brought his attention. A man was entering, nothing interesting but Harry found it hard to ignore. He didn't know why, but it felt like his presence demanded attention in an unassuming way. Harry watched the man walk up the stairs to the bank, exuding confidence with each stride that Harry envied. He tracked the man's movements as he walked through the door, the goblin holding the door bowed deeply and the man smiled and nodded at the goblin. He was too far away to be sure. The door closed soundlessly behind him, isolating the man from the noisy crowd.