Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

Neighbours? Gross.

Harry did the rest of his shopping which included several stops at Zonko's and suprisingly Flourish and Blotts. He had taken an interest in books recently - finding out Hermione was rigging his test results so that he would be inferior to her - so he decided to pick up some of the originals that were not available in the 90s. He stopped at a cafe when he felt peckish and ordered food and a coffee. His taste in drinks were either so called "muggle alcohol", butterbeer, energy drinks or coffee, because Harry was a sleep-deprived teenager and needed his energy to be able to function. It was 2 days before the new Hogwart's term, so 2 days for Harry to do absolutely nothing. He couldn't study for exams, because technically he didn't have any, so the only thing he could do was explore but let's be real, Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley didn't exactly change much - most of the places were 300 years old for gods sake. Despite having no idea what he was going to do Harry deducted what he needed most right then and there was a place to sleep. Obviously. 

He left the cafe with a full stomach, full bag and a brain that was energized and walked into the nearest hotel-looking place. He didn't know how things worked in the 60s but he knew that if he had enough money - which he did as the multi-billionare teen idle he was - he could get a few nights in any place he wanted. He did so in year 4 and his neighbour, that of which was a nearly 80 year old man, practically grovelled at his feet for 2 days. It was... traumatising. 

Harry found somewhere that looked older than his eldest relative and when he went inside realised it smelt like that relatives rotting corpse. Casting a quick, wordless spell on his nose he swallowed the imminent sickness that rised in his throat and trodded towards the counter. A woman was sat at the counter slouched over the desk and Harry was sure that if it wasn't for the charm blocking his nose she would've smelt like baby powder and off trecle pudding. "Two nights please." She looked at him through the rim of her glasses and wrote something down on a notepad - looks like they hadn't updated to computer (if you could call the computers then an update) - and passed Harry a key that was labelled room 8. "D-do you not need my name?" She just stared at him again and Harry paused before he got disturbed and quickly walked towards the side of the reception. He passed many doors with many suspicious noises until he found room 8 and promptly entered. 

It was a small room, with a single bed pushed to the side with a splintered table at its hip; there was a bathroom that literally contained a toilet and a sink with no shower but somehow Harry felt it would've been better that way anyway. He sighed and sat on his bed before summoning some random essentials and Katya's vivarium that he had picked up on his shopping trip earlier. The snake in question slithered from Harry's sleeve and onto its own bed and fell promptly back asleep. She had the right idea. So, following suit, Harry fell back on his bed with his backpack at his side and snored his problems away until the next morning.