For The Tabloids

Chapter Five

Third Person POV:

Hermione approached the entrance of Diagon Alley with caution. She was never one to do her own shopping in the wizarding world since she had become minister, but she made a promise to Harry. It was an early Saturday morning and Teddy, who had recently expressed interest in quidditch, was supposed to go shopping with his godfather for his first ever broom. Unfortunately both Harry and Ginny had been called off on Auror duty, a mission that supposedly required both of them and Ron. Which was why Hermione found herself entering Diagon Alley with the blue haired boy, who was practically jumping up and down to get to Quality Quidditch Supplies. And it was not as if it was the only reason Hermione had to go to the shops, she had recently ran out of floo powder and wanted to verify that Whizz Hard Books had not received more publications from her favorite author who wrote essays relating to blood supremacy and how it affected the wizarding world negatively.

Before she put the code into the magical brick wall she kneeled down to Teddys level. "Now Teddy remember the rules" "yes Miss Mione, no running off or causing a scene" the boy, for only being twelve years of age, was quiet the trouble maker. Comparable to the likes of his mother Tonks or even the Weasley twins.

She smiled at him before ruffling his hair slightly, "that's right" she made sure her voice had a kind tone to it unlike the adults that would talk to her when she was a young witch venturing into the wizarding world. It never sat right with her how condescending adults could be to children within the wizarding world. She would often compare it to how muggles treated their children during the Edwardian Era. While they had never been abusive she had read how they would often be a separate entity from their children's lives, especially the upper classes. While not every parent in the wizarding world acted like this, especially those of muggle born or half blood status, it could be said there was a general trend that witches and wizards often ignored or saw themselves as superior to children.

Teddy watched Hermione excitedly as she used her wand to tap the code into the brick wall that kept the alley hidden from muggle eyes.

The sight that Hermione was met with when the two had finally entered through the brick wall reminded her of when she had first seen the wizarding world at the age of eleven, when her and her confused parents wandered in to purchase all her necessary school supplies. The street was busy given that it was a gorgeous spring day during the weekend which meant most, if not all, witches and wizards had no work that day. But it was not nearly as busy as it would have been nearing the end of summer or Christmas Holidays. Hermione had made a plan for the day. They were going to start by purchasing Teddys broom, which Harry would pay her back for and assured that no price was too grand. Then they would proceed to go to the stores that held what Hermione needed to purchase. This would hopefully prevent an overly excited Teddy from running off on his own to find Quality Quidditch Supplies. It was not that Hermione did not trust Teddy on his own, he was a rather bright young wizard, it was that Hermione did not trust other witches and wizards in the area. Having to live through a wizarding war and going on to deal with sentencing some of the most dangerous individuals when she had became a member of the Wizengamot would cause anyone, no matter mental strength, to be cautiously aware of their surroundings.

Because of this caution Hermione made sure she kept her eyes on Teddy, who was walking a few paces ahead of her towards the shop.

The shop came in view quickly, the newest broomstick on display in the window. If Hermione remembered correctly it was a slightly improved model of the firebolt by the name of the firecracker, not necessarily an original name but she could see the marketing aspects as to why it was named as such.

Once Teddy caught sight of the broomstick he took off quickly towards the shop entrance, which was only a few feet away. Hermione's heart beat quickened slightly, but it wasn't as awful as if Teddy had ran towards Knockturn Alley. Hermione chuckled slightly, he reminded her of a young Harry in some regards, overly joyful about the chance to learn how to play Quidditch.