Magic? || Years 5-7

A Secret: Year 6/Summer

 Amisty left Madam Malkin's with a new set of robes and new sparked defiance toward the Malfoys. She was not going to wallow in despair over a break up when there was a war looming overhead.

"Got ev'rything?" Hagrid asked as they joined him outside.

"Just about," Harry nodded. "Did you see the Malfoys?"

"Yeah," Hagrid shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "Bu' they wouldn' dare make trouble in the middle o' Diagon Alley, Harry. Don' worry abou' them."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but before he could even get a sound out the rest of their group appeared heavily laden with bags of books.

"Everyone all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked brightly. "Got your robes? Right then, we can pop in at the Apothecary and Eeylops on the way to Fred and George's - stick close, now. . ."

Amisty, despite the fact that she wasn't taking a Potions class that year, restocked her supplies anyway for the sole purpose of experimentation.

"You're telling me you want to brew potions for fun?" Harry asked disbelievingly as they walked out of Eeylops Owl Emporium carrying boxes of owl treats. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, sir," Amisty grinned, rolling her eyes. "Snape might be an arse, but I still want to keep up, you know?"

"Weird, but okay," Harry replied and she snorted, shoving him as they searched the streets for Fred and George's shop.

"We really haven't got too long," Mrs. Weasley announced. "So we'll just have a quick look around and then back to the car. We must be close, that's number ninety-two. . . ninety-four. . ."

"Woah," Ron murmured, halting rather suddenly, but Amisty couldn't help but agree.

In the midst of the glum, dark alley, the shop was like a beacon of light and color. One window was filled from top to bottom with merchandise that dazzled and gleamed and popped and flashed and even though it was chaotic Amisty fell in love with it in an instant. The other window was covered in a purple poster that, at first glance seemed to be a Ministry poster, was instead flashing with gold letters:

Why Are You Worrying About

You-Know-Who?

You Should Be Worrying About

U-No-Poo -

The Constipation Sensation

That's Gripping The Nation!

Amisty snickered, covering her mouth with her hand as Harry chuckled beside her.

"They'll be murdered in their beds!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in a pained whisper, staring at the blazing purple sign with wide eyes.

"No, they won't!" Ron could barely talk around his laughter. "This is brilliant!"

Amisty waited for Mrs. Weasley's rather tense nod of approval before rushing off to enter the shop. It was amazing inside, even better than the outside led her to believe. Customers were everywhere, and where there weren't customers there were boxes of products from floor to ceiling. Skiving Snackboxes, trick wands, quills spelled to do anything from spell-checking to self-inking.

"'Patented Daydream Charms. . .'" Hermione squeezed past, heading over to a box with a cheesy, romantic display of a couple on a pirate ship. "'One simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic, thirty-minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expression and minor drooling). Not for sale to under-sixteens.' You know, that really is extraordinary magic!"