After Harry and Hagrid retrieved their packages and money from Gringotts, they stepped out into Diagon Alley to buy Harry's supplies.
Harry was excited to finally have the chance to explore the shops. Their first stop was Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Hagrid wanted some space, so Harry went alone, hoping he wouldn't lose the Philosopher's Stone he was carrying.
Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop. A squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve greeted him. "Hogwarts, dear?" she said when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here — another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
As Madam Malkin invited him in, Harry noticed a boy in the back of the shop getting fitted. Harry looked at him curiously. Since his transmigration, he had been researching people of power, deciding on their sides and personalities, but this was the first time he was meeting someone from his batch at Hogwarts.
He didn't want to hold any bias, but just the boy's face brought out something in him.
"Hello," said the boy. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's…"
"Haha." Harry couldn't control his laughter; just the two words reminded him of the many memes of Draco whining for his dad.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco, now looking seriously offended, asked with a snarl.
"Nothing, just remembered something funny."
Draco looked at him weirdly. "A duffer like you, Hufflepuff for sure," Malfoy muttered loud enough for Harry to hear.
While one might think that would have stopped the conversation, Malfoy started speaking at length on his own. After some time, Harry grew bored of how self-centered the boy was and how much he talked.
'Well, he is doing his canon justice,' thought Harry, shutting off whatever was coming out of Malfoy's mouth.
Harry let Madam Malkin finish his measurements, eager to be done with it.
"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"That's Hagrid," said Harry, smiling and waving at the gentle giant as he had observed him to be. 'Well, that's what he seems, but I'm not gonna take my chances until I know for sure,' Harry thought.
"He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"Watch your mouth, you piece of shit," said Harry, "you…"
"What you, do you even know the dangers of the Forbidden Forest? Acromantulas, Thestrals, and Centaurs!" Harry listed the dangers confirmed to be in the Forbidden Forest. "That is a key source of income for Hogwarts, and who do you think roams those dangerous woods like it's his backyard and protects the Hogwarts grounds?" Draco's face was red as he pointed his finger at Harry.
Madam Malkin interrupted with an awkward expression. "The measurements are done."
"sorry," Harry smiled, and asked, "Do you take custom orders for suits?"
Madam Malkin, looking a bit surprised, nodded. "Of course, dear. What did you have in mind?"
"I'd like several suits made with the best enchantments available. I want them to be self-ironing, self-repairing, and temperature-regulating. Also, they should have protective charms against minor hexes and curses."
Madam Malkin's eyes widened, but she nodded. "That can be arranged. What colors would you prefer?"
Harry considered for a moment. "I'll take one in deep black, another in midnight blue, and one in emerald green. Additionally, I'd like a burgundy suit and a charcoal grey one. The colors should be rich and dark - ha, i hope you can find the balance."
First she smile then coming in closer, "Dear, that would be very costly," Madam Malkin said softly, making an effort not to sound harsh.
Harry appreciated her consideration despite his newfound wealth. He smiled and nodded. "That's fine. I'd like the best materials and the finest craftsmanship."
A derisive snort came from Draco, who was still getting fitted. "Look at how he's dressed, as if he has any money," Draco sneered, his condescending smirk clearly visible. "Hmm, surely he's the other sort…"
"Silence," Harry hissed, his voice low and heavy.
The father and son looked a lot alike, and even though Harry didn't want to start off on the wrong foot, the memories he had of Voldemort had him picturing Malfoy Senior groveling at his feet. It was already very hard for him to look at Draco, whose entire persona now seemed to be that he was nothing more than his father's son, as anything other than a servant.
'The irony,' thought Harry, remembering how Draco had just referred to Hagrid.
Draco fell silent, not because of the weight of Harry's voice or the way it was delivered—it was actually quite plain, as if Harry had uttered a random word. No, it was because of the look in Harry's eyes. They were cold, distant, and filled with an air of superiority, as if Draco was nothing more than a minor annoyance. Words seemed to catch in Draco's throat, leaving him at a loss for what to say. He watched in stunned silence as Harry pulled out a handful of galleons, clearly well-stocked, and handed them to Madam Malkin, who was frozen like she had stepped into quicksand.
"Please have everything ready. I will send my elf to pick it up," Harry said, turning on his heel and walking out of the store where Hagrid was waiting with two giant ice creams in his hands.
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AN: my uncle won the election, with a staggering majority, almost reaching total voters, i am very happy, expect mass release soon.
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