Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

they all buy special quills for signing autographs. This caused Ron to laugh and comment about
Hermione letting this celebrity status go to her head. "You're enjoying it as much as I am," she said to
him as she led him deeper in to the shop.
Ron started to mumble something and Harry could only hear a few words of it. "So what…attention…
out of bro….adows…."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He took Ginny's hand and said, "Come on, let's go find some 'nice' quills
so we can impress our adoring fans."
Ginny laughed, she knew Harry didn't really care what others thought of him, and neither did she.
There was only one person whose opinion mattered to her, and that was Harry's. Regardless, she ran
after her boyfriend; both of them knowing it was a contest to see who could find the most opulent and
obnoxious quill possible.
They wandered through the shop for a few minutes before Ron picked up an opulent Peacock quill, and
upon seeing the price said "Why don't we just ask George to charm a few quills into signing our names
for us."
Hermione immediately put down the Eagle feather quill she was looking at and pulled Ron in to a kiss.
When they broke apart Hermione said, "You can be absolutely brilliant sometimes." And with that she
walked out of the store, humming.
"Only sometimes?" Ron called after her as he followed her out the door.
Harry and Ginny followed their two friends, waving to the clerk of the quill shop as they left. They
followed them all the way down to WWW, where a large line had formed outside the open doors. Harry
and Ginny saw Ron and Hermione trying to push through the crowd, with out much success.
Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, "Hold tight," he whispered in her ear, "I have an idea." And with that he
turned on the spot, Apparating right into the back room of WWW.
He landed right next to a witch and a wizard looking at the defense supplies. The wizard was of
average height, with medium length curly brown hair that was piled on the top of his head. The witch
standing next to him was about the same height, and had straight dirty blond hair. Both of them were in
their early twenties, at the most 25.
Harry looked over to see if Ginny had arrived in one piece, which she had, and when he looked back he
found himself staring at the tips of two wands pointed right at his nose. He flinched back a bit as he
reached for his own wand. But before his hand was half way to his pocket the wizard spoke.
"Don't make any stupid moves or I'll be forced to blow you half way to next year." The wizard spoke in
a thick American accent and Harry wondered if he had found the new Hogwarts teachers.
"Hey," said Ginny, not reaching for her wand, "this is Harry Potter you're talking too, you know, theboy-who-lived
and all that."
The two wands that had been raised at Harry dropped a few inches, not that that was much of a comfort
as they were still pointed at his chest. The witch seemed to study him for a moment, then her eyes lit up
as they spotted the half hidden scar on his for head.
"Marc, it really is him," the witch said in the same accent as the wizard. Harry figured that these must
be the new teachers, after all, how many Americans with the name of Marc did you find around Diagon
Ally.
"Um…Hi," said Harry, "If you two would lower your wands I'd be happy to introduce myself properly,
I'd even sign an autograph or two if you wanted."