Making a New World - Moment by Moment Book #7 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

Wands, Galleons and Advice

Harry had left Albus and Minerva a little while later and decided to go for a walk, since if any of his friends caught him on his own in the castle they'd have locked him up. He found his way down to the lake and was contemplating the waters and not much else when Draco interrupted his thoughts.

"There you are," came the call, and he turned and smiled dozily at his lover, who was bounding towards him.

"Seemed the safest place," Harry shrugged, not bothering to get up, "and the quietest."

"No time for quiet," Draco told him, holding out his hand and when Harry took it, dragging him to his feet, "we're going to London."

"London? Why do we want to go to London?" Harry objected, having been feeling comfortably at peace for the first time in a while.

"I have some papers to sign at Gringotts, we both need new suits and you need new robes for tomorrow (there's no way Jason can do them yet, so we have to go to Madam Malkins at the very least), and there was something about a wand as well," Draco rattled off the list and began pulling Harry towards the castle, finishing with, "Come on, we're flooing to Gringotts, they're expecting us in five minutes."

Harry didn't argue, there was no point arguing when Draco had a plan, and the mention of a wand had gained his attention and a little approval anyway: he held out little hope of finding his original wand, which had been missing since their capture, and it would be good to have a replacement.

"Here, you'll need these," Draco held out a pair of sunglasses.

"What for?" Harry snorted, taking them anyway, but rather disdainful of the pop star accessories.

"Unless you want to freak out any muggle we might see, put them on," Draco instructed curtly, clearly short of temper as well as time.

Harry slid the glasses on his nose, remembering for the umpteenth time since the orb ceremony that his eyes would be sparking silver. They were very dramatic, and he was coming round to liking the effect of the silver on the deep green of his irises, but he still kept forgetting. At least the feel of the spectacles on his face was something familiar, even if they did only turn the world into shades of brown.

~*~

Gringotts had not changed in three years, and Harry pulled off his sunglasses and took his time looking around at the old place when he stepped out of the huge fireplace into the main chamber. Draco immediately accosted a goblin and looked like he was about to be shown off to the back of the room where private offices stood. Harry moved to follow, but Draco turned to him and held out the same battered newspaper they had been reading at breakfast and told him, "I shouldn't be long."

Being shut out so completely stunned Harry, and he just took the newspaper, which Draco accepted as an affirmative. Then his lover turned and followed the attentive goblin; Harry watched his back all the way to an office, and then blinked as the door was slammed shut. Feeling a little chilly, Harry plodded over to a collection of seats against one wall and plonked himself in one of them. Then, realising that several customers were looking at him in the fascinated way of strangers who thought they knew him, Harry opened the paper and hid behind it.

He didn't really read the paper: he'd been through most of the content at breakfast, and it was just something over which his eyes moved until he turned to page nine. The paper was full of stories of the final battles before the fall of the death eaters, but the way Ron, and then Remus and then Minerva had chosen different pages from their first choice finally made sense to Harry. The headline read, 'Despot's Wife Under House Arrest'. There was no picture, but Harry rapidly began to read, 'Narcissa Malfoy is today under house arrest at Malfoy manner following a bloodless surrender of her staff. Her supporters suggest that there is some question as to her complicity in her husband, Lucius Malfoy's affairs since she has not been seen in public since the early days of the war...'