† New Evils, Same Saviours † ∞FredxGeorgexHarry∞

Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE WIZARDING WORLD AND ITS CHARACTERS, THAT RIGHT GOES TO J.K. ROWLING!

Enjoy!

The next morning Harry woke up and set to make breakfast. Right when he was plating everything up, Hermione came down stairs.

"Smelled it didn't you?" commented Harry playfully. 

"Wha-? Oh... No. I just-" she mumbled, still half asleep but then she looked up at his grinning face and glared. "Your messing with me, aren't you?"

"Yes, sorry, couldn't help myself, it's just so funny messing with you when you're half asleep! Normally you react smartly and no one can get that sort of response out of you! But I can." he finished with a smug look.

"Harry James Potter! Stop looking so pleased with yourself this instant and lets eat while planning the day ahead since we have much to do!" 

The reminder of what happened was enough to get all playfulness out of the mood and they sat down in silence to eat. After a few minutes Hermione spoke up again: "This is even better than before, I see that you haven't lost any skill in food making."

"Thanks, I was always the one to cook thus I started doing more and more complicated things to challenge myself."

They fell silent again before the brown eyed witch stood up, having emptied her plate, and clapped her hands once.

"Now, the plan for today is to go to Gringotts and ask for a full scan. We'll at least do you and, if they're amendable, we'll do me too. Then, depending on the spells and potions, we'll ask for a full cleansing, and again, we'll at least do you and maybe me." explained the young witch, her voice leaving no room for argument but the green eyed wizard still tried:

"But Hermione! We need to have you done too! You can't just go on like that! If they don't want to I'll force them and-"

"See! That is exactly why I am discussing this now! The Goblins already don't like us very much so if we want to have at least one of us done, maybe both, without them refusing or taking revenge on us on the way, we need to be as respectful as possible! No arguments!" cried his best friend in exasperation.

"...Okay, fine. We'll do it your way. You're always right anyway." he groused in mock sulk.

She sighed, shaking her head in desperation.

"Let's get dressed and be on our way. Put on the clothes I laid out for you yesterday, hopefully that way you'll be less recognisable." ordered Hermione in a voice of mock authority.

"Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am." replied Harry in the same fashion.

They laughed together before going their separate ways to get dressed.

Going into his rooms, Harry noticed that there were indeed clothes laid out for him and after taking a quick shower he looked at them, curious as to what she could have picked out to make him look different.

There was a pair of tight dark silver pants that shimmered in the light to almost look like liquid, a icy blue button up shirt that hugged his frame and defined his muscles, a pair of black dragon hide boots, a hair growth potion and contact lenses that would replace his glasses which, when he looked closer, would also change his very recognisable green eyes into bright purple ones.

That would sure make a difference. Especially because his hair, his glasses and his eyes were his only outstanding features since his scar had slowly faded to nothingness after the Horcrux was gone.