Chapter Three
They entered Madam Malkins shop, and Harry skipped towards the counter with a scowling Severus Snape trailing behind him.
“Hello! We’re here for my school uniform.” Harry said with a shy, beaming smile on his face.
Madam Malkins instantly melted under the shy gaze of the Boy-Who-Lived.
“Right this way, dear.” She said with a warm smile.
Harry took Sevy’s hand (the man himself looked mortified as he did so, but didn’t do anything to stop him), and they were lead through a door to the centre of a side room.
“First year, dear?” Asked Madam Malkins, taking his measurements the old-fashioned way.
“Yep!” Harry exclaimed with a wide grin.
As soon as the measurements were finished, Madam Malkins asked, “When do you want them to be done by?”
“In one to two weeks time, please,” said Harry, with a dazzling smile still on his face, and it didn’t seem as though it would disappear any time soon.
“Of course, dear,” she said with a soft smile, “I’ll have them Owled to you.”
She then turned to Sevy-Da-Snek-Dude, and they talked adult stuff while Harry wondered about the shop.
Then Malfoy walked into the store.
Harry stared at him as he walked closer with an evident sneer seemingly permanently stuck to his face. Abraxas stuck out a hand at Harry.
“My name is Malfoy. Abra Malfoy.” They managed to last about three seconds before breaking down into laughing tears.
“James Bond? Really?” Harry asked as soon as he managed to calm himself down.
“I had to.” Abra grinned, still amused.
“And the name ‘Abra’? I thought you hated being called that.” Harry questioned.
He pursed his lips, and replied, “I know. But I’ve learnt to become accustomed to it, and wouldn’t it weird if I was named after my grandfather?” He scrunched up his nose, “Abraxas? Really?”
Snorting, the Boy-Who-Died said, “I get ya.”
Then they noticed their audience in the form of one Severus Tobias Snape.
“We met in a previous life,” Harry told him, no joke hidden beneath his words, before turning back to his best friend. “So, queerplatonic until we’re older?”
“Yeah, that sounds ace,” Abra agreed.
“Anyway, I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” He stuck out his hand.
Abra fake swooned. “Oh my gods. The Harry Potter? Why, can I see your scar?” He grabbed Harry’s hand with his own, and shook it solemnly. “It is an honour to meet you, Sir.”
They snickered as Madam Malkins walked up to them, oblivious to what had just happened between the two of her costumers, and- to an extent- a third.
The rest of the day in the Alley passed by quickly, and sure enough, they were at the famous Wand shop.
Y’all know which one.
“Where are you going?” Asked Harry. Abra was still with them, as Sevah had talked with his parents soon after exiting the clothes.
The Proffesah sneered at him. “I am going to the bank,” he drawled.
Blinking, Harry rummaged through his brain before it clicked. “Oh! You’re getting the Immortal Dude’s Smol Rock, right?”
“I thought we agreed to call it the Mixers Magnificent Stone!” Abra stressed, recalling one of those odd sessions he and Harry had had in their previous lives while talking about his best friend’s past.
“Nuh-uh, it was Da Stone Of Smartiness!” Harry replied with sass.
Blinking, Abra replied, “Oh, yeah.”
Snap was a very pale whiteness whitey white type of skin colour all of a sudden.
“How do you know about the Philosophers stone?” He asked, keeping his voice low and controlled, eyes subtly darting to the sides as though worried they would be overheard.
Blinking, Harry answered, “Because this is my third life!” He gave out an exasperated huff.
“And my second!” Abra piped in, grinning for all it was worth.
Sssssssnape looked as though he didn’t quite believe them, which was a shame, really, but what can ya do?
He left them after handing over some money, and without another word, and they both entered the shop, now talking about cats.
“Ah, yes. Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter. I had been expecting to see you,” the old man said.
You know the one.
Beaming, Harry said, “Hello, Sir! Shelf thirty-six. I’ll let you do the rest.”
“And I have no idea where mine is,” boasted Abra proudly.
Of course, they went through every thirty-sixth shelf until they finally gave up.
Joking.
It was the last one they tried on their seventh thirty-sixth shelf. And THAT took a while.
Then they had to find Abra’s, the annoying little twat.
After hours of explosions, ponytails, and- strangely enough- a half-donkey half-unicorn animal, they finally found his wand.
Ollivander said that he would send the animal to Newt Scamander.
That was nice of him.
They found the Head of Slytherin House outside waiting for them outside, and Harry thought that it was a bummer he didn’t go inside with them.
The inside of the wand shop looked like a Fairy Palace now! With loads of glitter and everything!
“Mr Potter will be going with me, Abra,” said Snape.
“Can I come too?” Abra gave him big, huge puppy eyes that made Harry almost melt on the spot.
“I promised your parents that you would floo to their place as soon as we arrived at the floo station,” Snape drawled.
“Oh.” Abra visibly deflated.
“Come along.” He turned without another word.
The children held hands as they skipped into the evening light.
“I’m oN mY WAy hOmE!” Harry sang, purposefully terrible.
“To tHE pLAcE WheRe i BeloNG!” Abra sang along, also as though a cat had crawled down his throat and was singing for him.
“AND WE ARE COMING HOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” They shouted/sang/bursted eardrums simultaneously.
“I wish that I was okay, I wish that I was fine,” Harry sang surprisingly well, “BuT I hAVe nO BLue cOOkiIiiiIIiEeeEeEEEeESssSssssssSsSSsssssSS!” He went back to singing horrendously, going into snekspeak slightly at the end.
“AND WE ARE HOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” They both gave a bow as people just stared at them, wondering what the world had come to.
In the complete, eerie silence, Abra turned to Harry. “We need to work on my singing,” he said Siriusly.
“Nah, you’re fine.” Harry waved his hand at him. “So, sing!”
It seemed as though a spotlight was placed upon the boy, as if he was the only person in the world, and he seemed so, so lonely.
“There was a time, a time long ago,” he sang, “When I was a boy, playing in the snow.”
They all stared at the wondrous phenomenon.
“I learned about magic, I learned about spells.” His eyes closed. “But I was alone, escaping a hell.”
Harry sang the next line with him.
“And upon a star, a flying wish was sang,” they were heartbreaking. “And so we said, upon books that we scammed…”
“WE….. ARE…..HhOooOoOOmMMmMeEEeeeEeEe!”
They heard someone sigh.